At the basic level, I want comfort
peanut butter licked from a spoon
jam on toast and butter spread like
my legs when you dine on me
pitching me wild in my need for more
sustenance, put simply, feed me
I am so hungry for the meal of you
heart caving empty: feed. me.
instead of devouring, fill my cup
tender morsels to my open lips
asking like this? do you like this?
and when I am no longer hungry
tuck the blankets around my body
without trying to feed me more.

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