Tuesday, May 31, 2005

LUNCH

Legs
twirling.
entwining.
like milk stirred
into coffee.

i trace
the soft contours
of your body
with my tongue.

countless times
i devour you.
i am a cannibal.
i sink my teeth
deep.
into your hot flesh.

you are a meal
i have consumed.
and your taste
i know so well.

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