Of My Mystic Blessing

Last night, as I lay in bed, you were the last thought in my head. As I woke up this morning, I thought of you again, And so it has been since you walked into my life.

In you, I have found an angel personified, Bringing me the fruit I hungered for, that turned my must-have need. And when unexpectedly presented me, I gobbled it up in greed, Satisfying a craving that my gender would celebrate as conquest and move on.

But not me, for the thirst of the fruit laid me to waste, As my longing surged and my need to want more increased at a faster pace. The taste turned my thirst buds riotous, Telling me that what I got was just a scratched surface.

Now I’m left wondering what it is about this unquenchable Blessing that I crave, What alluring constituency is in a Blessing that I can’t have enough of? Such that the love of, thoughts of, and need of are so consuming?

Dear Lord, this Blessing has turned my mystique and underbelly into an unquenchable fire, please send me a qualified Nurse who would know the right antidote to dowse the fire raging below.

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