
my lair
a limb... up in the air...
a tree...
my tongue
and teeth... upon you...
sweet succulent sustenance...
this flight
this... swoon
this roll of you and I
by the light of the silvery moon...
the gate... of my jaw
that meets theses lips
the way
through which
I have taken
you... ripped you through...
tripped you through...the Eye of Pandera... true in this
flicker of lust
of lip smacking
licking within
my thrust of fangs... I... biting you.
I... ecstatically consumed
is the main vein of your... jugular
dead to all else but the hella
hang of your relax
between these
killer acts
beneath
my rip of paw.
the split of
I in awe
of you...
from the 1st moment that I saw you.
and I knew you'd
be more to me... than just a spew of verbal ruse.
more than just an inspiring muse...
the total openness of your body
the tart taste
of your soul... a dark pool
of freshly... blood soaked... you....
you... running from...me... I
the predator
with you the prey of this
my every mood...
my every stillness
my very will to
be this
close to you... to...
choose to... eat your heart... which is the
richest and the best of chew... of flesh...
real deal
beyond the gory details
of healing allegories
dancing
on stiletto heeled shoes.
for you... and you not by chance are my
early morning meal
before the rise
of sun... my food.

Pantherion Prime from PRIME Scribes © 2013

MY FOOD (with Vocals And Ambiance From Devour - Bleeding Slow Instrumental)

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