† Cannibalism

The candlelit room allowed me to get under your skin,
under the fortress made of sheets,
under your innocent guise,
and that which lies within.
No music plays, but suddenly came a symphony.
Allow me to be the conductor, my love.
I vow to give you all of me.
Start off the crescendo, let’s find out how far you can go,
let the flames burn within us,
let this moment consume us.

Tear at me, scratch my back, curse at me
and I swear I’ll make you mine.
Your flesh tasted sweet.
They say you are what you eat,
so grace me with your noise, raise the volume of your voice
and just for tonight, my dear
let’s practice
cannibalism.

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