Something about starving people opens my veins. Willing
donor, desperate to nourish them. At times, appropriate says
I must leave them hungry. Destitute and lost as they look.
Poster child for charity? Not that. Mostly their eyes tell.
Skeleton clacking with malnutrition under the fat.
Here a need, there a longing. Hungry, craving more.
Dying for ~
Words unwrapped from between book covers. Food steaming
with homemade sensuality. Sex dripping with spiritual connection. Affection aroused by compassion. Empathy birthed from understanding. Encouragement without manipulation.
Love unconditional. Holy kisses. Poetry. Soul talk.