First and foremost
Feed my body
My stomach…
It can wait
Although I cannot
Live off of love
I have an appetite
To satiate
It’s 3 am
We’re half asleep
Our hands and mouths they wander
Like blind babies just born
From a litter
Trying to find their sustenance
Feed me, feed me
I am famished
Give me of that sweet nectar
That only you can manage
Fill my heart, mind, body, and soul
With every bit of you
Our second breakfast
Soon to be served
Will calm the hunger I have for you
Second breakfast
Dripped in syrup
Topped with whipped cream
Second breakfast
Gimme more
You know what I need.
~Rebeli
I like your incorporation of little babies in your poem. It reminded me that infants get fed much more often than three meals a day, or many second breakfasts if you like. Well done!
Thank you Donna I’m so glad you caught that lol. I will be reading soon haven’t had much time this week. Gos bless you 🙏🏽😊
Thank you Donna so glad you caught that. I appreciate the feedback I will be reading soon haven’t had much time this week. God bless you thank you for your feedback 🙏🏽