Starving for love and affection,For the actual connection,For being understood from a seem without having to mention, For sensations enhanced than my mind's contention,Pouring into me willingly, ending all the affliction,Filling me up till I suffocate and can no longer experience the tension, Forgetting bout it all, with no fear of it being deception, So pure the intention, can not even think of an end or the inception,Too mesmerizing that it is almost a reflection of perfection,A rebellion on all of the world imperfections,That's all I want God,no longer anything but to know the direction, So this miserable soul can in the end,End the hunger with satisfaction.
