smelling my fingers,
diving into your scent;
brings me hunger, luxurious panic,
throws me into a bottomless bovaric dent.
needy and starving,
unreasonably exultant.
in my feverish brain,
tracing the reminiscence of your inner fluids
plunge me into some kind of a primary loop; beautifully redundant.
I shall let you
feast on me.
