Feed Me

Feed me. Feed me. I'm hungry. Tonight I'm running on empty, weakly, I feel my heart beat, and my thoughts speak a little too loudly. My mind has been drumming over the same concepts and my heart seems imprisoned by those same precepts that whipped, broke, and chained those that came before me....Sad to say though....I'm running on empty. Right now all I see is the image of the unobtainable, what it is I'm craving for, wanting to taste and partake that of which I can't afford and for some reason I can't stretch the vibrations on my vocal chords, creating hums loud enough to simply say...I want more...I want more, I crave more, I need more....yet I receive nothing....But in nothing's news feed I see status updates of the intricacies and the beauty of the "we're completes" and the "creating legacies" or just "simple memories" and I'm reminded of how empty it is I feel. You see the news feed doesn't fill me. Doesn't feed me. Which is why I'm empty. Why? Because what pertains to them and to you doesn't pertain to me. No this isn't jealousy or envy it's a simply stated reality, I'm hungry. Feed me. Can you take my order now? Please? I'm jonesing for conversation and mental stimulation that gets me off deeper and more intense than sexual penetration. I want to see the manifestation of intrigue and beauty, intellect and beauty, yes they say that beauty is only skin deep, but I mean beauty in terms of mind speak. You feel me? Can I get a side of flirtation, extreme verbal stimulation, get me amp off of your wordplay situation, your word phrase organization. If it's hot enough I'll yield to the temptation of giving in and getting lost in...something so deep I can't name it....perhaps that's why I have yet to obtain it...Once again I see it in my news feed but my news feed isn't really feeding me. It leaves me feeling empty. I'm thirsty. Craving for something more, something that's eluded me, can you feed me? Can you take my order please? Can we take a walk, hold hands and just talk, stare out at moonlit waters and maybe even wade in the water of possibility, and maybe even uncertainty, excitement underlying in the uncertainty of the we'll sees. We'll see what's to become of me because right now, as I speak, I'm still hungry. Starved of affection, craving slight attention, wanting to feel arms holding me while I sleep, wanting to get lost in the sound of a heartbeat beating a cadence so sweet so my drummer ears can tingle at the sound so sweet, intense and intoxicating. Eargasms left and right, as i listen to peaceful breaths through the night, to wake up and not be holding a pillow tight, wishing with all my might for something more than this plight. *sigh* Feed me. Feed me. I'm hungry. My heart is tired of feeling empty, can I pour myself out for someone worthy of me, worthy to receive, someone that I can feed, someone that will feed me. I'm waiting. I'm hungry...Can you take my order? Can you fill for my order now? Please? Feed me. I'm hungry.