As My Lips Drip – Day 254 , Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Nakes Flesh.
As appealing as a plate of lasagna when salivating after a 3- day fast.
Making your way through each layer until you reach the pink center is just so,
Satisfying like a medium-rare steak cooked to perfection,
Out of the kitchen,
At last…

But,
As rare as an escape is from such an addiction,
All I can think about is seeking a medium hoping I’m told how I’ll be free from this damning enslavement…

The thought of sex is arousing beyond limits,
But,
Every day I wake up feeling like therr’s something more gratifying beyond a fiction,
Where ‘good guys’ make it out alive,
Every time,
Without need for prediction.
If I play my cards right,
Maybe,
I can make it out of my own story,
Alive,
With God’s word being my sole source of bodily nutrition…