His love is sustenance,
His lips, delicacies from far off lands,
Sweet treat touches
He delivers with his hands.
He fills me,
And I consume him, whole.
I cannot get enough,
Of his savory skin,
The tantalizing scents
Rising up,
From his stove,
I touch it, knowing it is hot,
I am willing to scald my soul,
Over his flames.
His love sustains.