I tasted her and I realized, that I was starving. My hunger was powerful; I needed to eat because of an emotional need buried deep.
So often I had feasted on fast food sluts, wham bam, thank you ma’am, and within minutes was left feeling empty.
But then I found her and she met my wants. Gone was the need for sugar, for I would be sated by her honey.
She became my breakfast, my lunch, and my evening meal. She became every exquisite taste I had ever craved.
Delicate, dirty, spicy, hot, and strong, she cleansed my palate.