Hunger...

Got hungry and bored simultaneously... thus this was born.

Pardon the next sentence I offer you.
But I wonder what you taste like?
My nerves know nothing about
Your nature. My grey matter wants the
Answer to the questions created once
My eyes consider your skin tone and
Comparisons connect your rich color
To the concept of calling you caramel
With a little bit of vanilla and alot of chocolate. Essentially it would seem
That I've developed a sweet tooth when
It comes to you. But rather than cannibalize your delicate flesh I propose you bless my cells with a touch
Of heaven, let my fingertips learn the
bouquet of flavor hiding beneath the
Clothes pretending themselves to byour container. My olfactories wish to feast
On your fragrance since the slightest
Wisp of your essence has left them
Enraptured in a moment long since passed and my eardrums want to savor the sound of our discovering what key your passion and my persistence harmonize best in. Maybe youre my newest obsession or possibly even a topic of collaborative research involving our senses in the closest proximity humanly possible. Call it crazy but I'm interested as to whether your sweat is as sweet as your appearance causes me to imagine, and as peculiar as it would seem i wanna sample the nectar of a goddess just to see if your ambrosia would make us Immortal.
If a romantic pursuit is the only means to satisfy my ravenous curiosity then perhaps your love will appease my appetite.