She tasted like bliss
Her skin was like nectar from rare bees
I could taste the lust on her lips
Quenching a thirst that seemed desperate for attention
Navigating her body
Picking parts to feast on and devour
Eating her forbidden fruit like a stowaway in the garden of Eden
Picking apart her brain
I wiped away painful memories from forgotten pasts
I consumed her heart, leaving her hollow and emotionless
A cannibal in the shadows
Seeking prey and desperate damsels
Looking for the next heart to feast
Trying to fill a void which only gets darker


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