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Jul 2015
I tear it limb from
limb
definitely carnal, I'd say
(although not very gory--
it's cooked) the grease coats my
insides my fingers are shiny
my nails get a sheen as
the skin slips between
my hands my lips my
tongue it
tastes
so warm and wet and substantial
a real thing
a live (dead) thing it tastes
good
Written by
melli7
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