By The Wench
Date: 22 February 2000
Hold You To My Heart
I will never tire of your sweet nothings,
never find them stale, or myself replete.
Always I will seek them
with a bone deep hunger
that is at odds with what you know of me.
Avidly I will consume them,
a word at a time,
savoring each morsel
and rolling them on my tongue
like a kiss wrapped in letters,
peppered with punctuation,
and seasoned sweetly
with the passion
you keep stored
on the back shelf of your spirit.
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