feast/

©2021 Michael Raven

i am gutter-bound, those
teeth pulling at my
bottom lip, dragging
biting scarlet hues
copper salt sting of you

this flesh, i beg of you
feast! so i can know you
from the inside, that
burning hot desire
enflamed and engorged
with hunger
i want your
teeth
your
heat
flowing over
me

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