I tasted her and I realized, that I was starving.  My hunger was powerful; I needed to eat because of an emotional need buried deep.  

So often I had feasted on fast food sluts, wham bam, thank you ma’am, and within minutes was left feeling empty.                                   

But then I found her and she met my wants.  Gone was the need for sugar, for I would be sated by her honey.                                    

She became my breakfast, my lunch, and my evening meal.  She became every exquisite taste I had ever craved.                       

Delicate, dirty, spicy, hot, and strong, she cleansed my palate.