She.

Through a scrumptious bead of sweat
She shakes, quakes
Through the tremors that I've held.
She welds, bands together
The lives that live in shells.
Like crabs of the ocean
Emotions are never held
I'm scared, as of now
For the souls inside me
The arms that never allow
And like eyes that never see.
Show me
The way of luck
She craves another feed
Instead of hips who buck
I'm starved, of humble
Crazed hunger, filled with blatant greed.
A gentle slumber
That is never allowed to be.