By Jenn (wardenchick@yahoo.com)
Date: 28 February 1999

My Feast

My being has been split in two,
divided in half,
since you entered my life.
One half of me wishes to ravage you,
feast upon you like some grand dinner
laid before royalty.
And the other wishes only 
to sit beside you quietly,
in perfect innocence,
listening to you breath,
and feeling the heat of your skin next to mine.