Sustenance. It’s more than just a simple need of nourishment for the body. Provisions must also be made to feed the soul.I’ve been hungry, starving for something that has eluded me, trying to find some invisible attainment within the passages of my days. I’ve been misplaced, or at least parts of me have been, irreclaimable pieces that have been lost over the course of the last few years, scattered to the four winds.
He gives me what no other man has ever dared, a banquet of emotional ecstasy that I can feast off of for days. I’m not even sure if he realizes that he is the cure for what ails me, but make no mistake, Castor is my cure.
He fills me with such sweet sinful succulence, I find it hard to put into words. When I’m with him it’s the only time I ever feel truly beautiful. The only time the thirst is quenched to such a degree that I no longer feel the ravenous gnawing inside of me, or the pangs of pain that leave me so famished.
He has become my nectar, the life giving force that supports my dire demand of the unquenchable, my devious desire for dinner.
Sated. I like the taste of that.
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