Ripe with juice, her words run down my face as I bite them. The tang, overwhelming in texture and truth fills me with pleasure. Each bite, fresher and fuller than the last, I become gluttonous. My belly swells with their delectable flavor, but I do not stop. Like a horse to water drinking in their meaning, learning more of who I am from her non stop banquet of words. This is inspiration at is finest. This is what I thirst for. Addicted I must have the fix that pulses threw my veins………..
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