Plenty is sensual about how I consume you;
firstly, your voice and his low tenor.
Notes rising up from that handsome throat,
I witness the bob of your Adam's apple under that half-done collar.
Secondly, your eyes;
verde lustre, see me drink them down. My sight says to thee,
I have found salvation in you.
I taste longing in the aftermath of my meal.
I devour,
I lap, and I chastely do away with this.
Thirdly, your grin.
This is the apex of all orgastic joy.
All you need do is
bare your teeth to me and my insides — all of my spirit is then filled.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 9:12 PM UTC
Plenty is sensual about how I consume you;
firstly, your voice and his low tenor.
Notes rising up from that handsome throat,
I witness the bob of your Adam's apple under that half-done collar.
Secondly, your eyes;
verde lustre, see me drink them down. My sight says to thee,
I have found salvation in you.
I taste longing in the aftermath of my meal.
I devour,
I lap, and I chastely do away with this.
Thirdly, your grin.
This is the apex of all orgastic joy.
All you need do is
bare your teeth to me and my insides — all of my spirit is then filled.
