Doesn't anybody comment anymore? (Even if you don't like it.)
I don't want Your miserly love in measured teaspoons, Little sips, Tiny swallows, Crumbs, starving me slowly to death. Making me beg like a starving mongrel, for something that should be abundant and freely given. Passion cannot be rationed. I want love like a raging, flood-swollen river overflowing its banks, threatening to sweep me away. I want you surging inside me. Churning like rapids. rocking me like waves against the shore, drenching me, drowning me, giving me all your love until there's none left. |
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