Your Words

Your words, like a banquet feed my soul,
Offering balm, nourishment sustenance.
I want to feast greedily on them,
Gorging in an effort to sate a yearning
I try hard to suppress.
I want to taste, lick, chew, swallow them all,
Salivating as I devour and consume.
Feed me, I crave more of those sumptuous morsels,
Stuff me with that divine nectar,
Until my pores ooze secreting, my indulgence.
Maybe then I will feel this craving has been satisfied,
As I endeavour to fill a deep chasm within.
Yet it was your words that created the void,
Those tempting cream filled delicacies,
You ruinously tempted me with.
You lavished them abundantly, carelessly, making me gluttonous,for more,
more I cried like a demented addict.
I watch myself become more ugly and obese in my desire,
never quite enough of those syrupy, luscious, treats
To fill the cavernous appetite I have acquired.