It was the Watermelon in your hair --
The way the red juice dripped
Off your draping curls, and spilled
On your shirt.
It was the way you sat with me while
We watched fireworks --
A love I couldn't yet feel while I was
Still so Alone
-- and before that when we
Sat at the park, listening
It was the way it was you and me,
Laughing over a small screen
Away from the others; the way
You made me feel so wanted.
It was the way you snorted when
You laughed, and lifted your
Nose to give me piggy
Kisses after each and every one.
But the it was never stopped.
It never will.
The likes of you I can't describe,
Yet I love to eat between your thighs.
The melody you spake to me
Unfolds my greatest sovereignty.
I crave to quaff all of your spit,
And swallow every drop of it.
Don't cheat me of your tasty flesh,
Those bare and supple ****** *******,
Your eyes that follow my firm gaze,
While we kiss and lick and misbehave.
I need to feel each piece of skin,
Smashing girl and boy parts over and over again.
It's such a treat to eat you whole;
I'm obsessed with eating 19-year-olds.
— The End —