She is a good butcher
The knife steady in her hand,
Although she’s never quite gotten the knack
For hacking in one swing.
Tried once and hit bone – elicited screams.
Prefers instead to slice carefully
Weighs each cut of the knife
Watches the blood well up
Saliva pooling in response.
His pretty little ears she nibbles on
Followed by his lips she samples at every moment
Even his nose she presses kisses to.
There’s so little fat to him
Just how she likes.
When she gets too hungry to wait
Sinks her teeth into the definition of his pectoral
Rips away the muscle chewing gleefully.
He is a rich source of protein
Her body has been craving.
Finds what is so often boasted between the legs of men
no delicacy at all as some treat it.
Loves to lap at his iliac crests
Wear down to his bones and crack them between her teeth
**** the slick, nutritious marrow.
Finds a certain contentment
In the consuming focus
The preoccupation of her hands, mind, and mouth.
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 1:59 AM UTC
She is a good butcher
The knife steady in her hand,
Although she’s never quite gotten the knack
For hacking in one swing.
Tried once and hit bone – elicited screams.
Prefers instead to slice carefully
Weighs each cut of the knife
Watches the blood well up
Saliva pooling in response.
His pretty little ears she nibbles on
Followed by his lips she samples at every moment
Even his nose she presses kisses to.
There’s so little fat to him
Just how she likes.
When she gets too hungry to wait
Sinks her teeth into the definition of his pectoral
Rips away the muscle chewing gleefully.
He is a rich source of protein
Her body has been craving.
Finds what is so often boasted between the legs of men
no delicacy at all as some treat it.
Loves to lap at his iliac crests
Wear down to his bones and crack them between her teeth
**** the slick, nutritious marrow.
Finds a certain contentment
In the consuming focus
The preoccupation of her hands, mind, and mouth.
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