I long to feast on your flesh darling
to see the belongingness in those eyes of yours.
The gleam of embracing mori and the grin of loving every second spent.
I groan, again trying to grasp those gasps of yours.
Sing to me, Aphrodite.
Are these fangs sharp enough for you, my love?
Do they pierce the skin in an contemporary way?
Paint the picture, give me that courageous clarity.
Tell all, your majesty.
I am your servant, love
Your embrace makes this dead mans heart clench with
anticipation.
You are mine to please;
I am yours to kick like a dog.
Oh please sink your teeth into me darling
give me the sweet taste of respite.
I have gone years hungry
craving for an inch of a relief
that is nothing compared to your maw.
Eat my heart out and spit it onto a silver platter.
Any pickers! Any choosers!
You, you right there!
Yes you, young gentleman.
Take a step up right here and
**** the fool.
Mar 14, 2024
Mar 14, 2024 at 11:59 AM UTC