it is a cannibalistic carnival of carnal delights
flesh consumed by flesh until there is nothing left.
of you or I or the space in between. disregard the screams. to stop
would be to deny the sweetest taste of taboo you or I have known
it is painful pleasure to wait
as teeth graze the skin wrapped tight,
each morsel a reminder that we are free
only here, where you are most vulnerable
and I am ravenous.
this forbidden feast that you and I indulge,
the cavernous need it satiates: to devour:
voracity is truth; base instinct undeniable
a return to purest connection.
we can be no closer you and I than this
attempt to quench carnivorous desire
with no conventions here to bind appetites
I will leisurely explore every delicious secret you contain
while you luxuriate excruciatingly in each determined bite I take.