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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