Puncturing your skin under my teeth...
Dragging the blood to your flesh with my lungs...
Wedging my tongue between all of your body's niches...
Is a delicacy like no other.
Your signature sweetness abandoned my palette, but echoes eternally on my memory of my tongue. Your love is seasonal, yet forever ripe in my mind. Baking in the warmth of my longing, the scent of your foreign flavors fills my home.
Does exotic import ever become domestic?
Forgive me in advance, as I greedily gnaw on your bones... Stabbing at you hastily with sterling instruments... Chasing you with wine and spirits, before taking another mouthful... Forgive me, for my fast from Mein Süßer drove me mad with hunger.
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