Her fingers select a fire red fruit,
pausing to consume its perfume
before tantalising its blushing skin with pearl white teeth.

He stabs the flesh, attacking sinew and muscle,
Tearing a slab away
Shoving it into his cavernous hole.

Her lips set, mouth barely moving,
Tasting every flavour as she chews,
Delighting in the vibrant melody.

His teeth grind and crunch,
Flashing between greasy lips
In a snarl of carnivorous ecstasy.