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Love poem for a flesh eater
the sweat slick slide of my fingers over your skin
my lips whisper obscene violations
your breath quickens, your pulse slows
pomegranate beads well as the thin slice makes it's way across your flesh
I peel your skin back exposing the red red sheet of your insides
it is messy and slick, a plethora of layers stretch before me
the pale arch bared to showcase the thin flutter of your pulse
tongue between teeth, and mouth slack
the ruin of crimson bubbling up, staining lips
my mouth floods as the pungent liquid overwhelms my senses
I might be satisfied with this
I might leave you here like this – it would not be enough
I want to break you over and over again
the stretch muscle in your calf, the arch of your foot
the hollow slope between your hip and stomach
the bloodshot weariness of your slate pale eyes
every part of you tempts me, incenses me
in the quiet of the room I can hear the dull thud of your heart
the shudder and shake of your exhale
I trace the soft folds and want to dip inside
the lush enigma of your mind
no, it would not be enough
I want it all