Not Just a Dish
Oh, to taste you upon my lips—
to feel your comfort in my soul.
I crave you like a starving child.
I would swallow you whole if
you would just carry me home.
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One man searching for a guiding light through darkness. One mind searching for the keys to greatness. One soul searching for truth in a world of lies. One heart, beating in turn, waiting to proclaim eternal love.
