𝘐. 𝘔𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩
Your lips tear easy,
a ripe seam splitting.
I drink the words
before they escape.

𝘐𝘐. 𝘛𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩
Each kiss is a wound.
I keep your taste
lodged between molars,
a secret no wash can rinse.

𝘐𝘐𝘐. 𝘛𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦
Your words dissolve
like fat on flame—
I lap at their smoke,
searing my mouth
just to taste you.

𝘐𝘝. 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵
I split the ribcage clean,
hands bathing in red heat.
I swallow the muscle whole,
and feel your rhythm
become my own.
cradling the muscle
that never stops
calling my name.

𝘝. 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥
It runs like wine,
hot and feral.
I tilt your throat
and drink until
the night blurs.

𝘝𝘐. 𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘦
White silence cracks,
splintering my jaw.
I grind the marrow
into hunger’s flour.
splinter by splinter,
until even your marrow
screams inside me.

𝘝𝘐𝘐. 𝘚𝘬𝘪𝘯
Your body is parchment—
I peel it slow,
line by line,
reading you
to the bone.

𝘝𝘐𝘐𝘐. 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩
You sigh,
and I steal it,
pushing your lungs
empty into mine.

𝘐𝘟. 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳
I have eaten you all—
the mouth, the tongue,
the skin, the heart—
yet nothing fills me.
Love is the wound
that never closes.