Feast in the Desert

Gosh, I miss you. It has been far, far too long since I've heard you laugh…

Do you ever feel like I'm looking at you like a man stumbling upon a feast after wandering the desert for years?

And not just any feast. Not a Burger King cheeseburger with too much mayo.

No… a feast created specifically for him. Each delectable morsel picked out and designed to cater to his every taste. As if someone spent a lifetime studying him, learning every last facet of his palate, all the way down to precisely how much salt in the soup, how much butter on the steak, the ratio of cacao in the chocolate cake. And then assembled him his most perfect meal.

A meal that would tempt him even if he were fully sated.

But he's not. He's starving…

His taste, squandered… His energy, squandered. His love, squandered.

Do you ever feel all of that when I look at you?

Because I do.

Every time I see you.

Every. Single. Time.

And ⭐️, I am hungry.

So, so unbelievably hungry.

And so, so ready to be…

Yours,
♒️