Be gentle in my suffering that brings hungry visions of the new future...

Love is like an insatiable hunger that can never be satisfied.

We circle the paths of romantic consciousness because we know that the truth is far hidden from the lever of passion - hug me.

I like the last line....hug me...
I need that hug right now.
Lol

Your poem just have a way of awakening my desire to love.
Beautiful piece Sir