Nothing ever seems to be
enough.
We are endless in the cutting sweep of
our appetite.
Hunger is the nature of
flesh -
And we are starved for union.
Perhaps this could be
enough...
To feed only of ourselves in a
holy feast of pleasure.
Or this...
To be filled in a soulful kiss of
met desire.
This...
To fast in the distance of a touch...whetting our
hunger in a slow burn towards each
other.
Yes...this.
This would be enough.
Love,
Eric
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