Reigning Desire
Never Enough
your secrets are seeds, growing in my field
bearing the rain to be warmed by the sun
wild desire and willing weeds to be pulled
plowing the field until the hard work is done
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enjoying the harvest, before the fast
politely hoarding and gorging it all
knowing the plenty's unable to last
consuming the fatted calf, till last call
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when said and done, I push my plate away
the yearning subsides and I am content
no longer hungry I sit back and say
when it suits me, we should do this again
***
we will never tire of our gluttony
because everything is focused on "me"
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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