Just an aftertaste....................A Poem by MuseYou stopped me at the first hello, an
older and charming handsome fellow
we quickly went from friends to lovers
I began to slaver for something more
I wanted to
your salty skin, igniting a craving within
I need more to satisfy this palate, your
smell of blood sweet like punch, so I
pursue my first innocent lick and bite
only to get you stuck between my teeth
breaking fingers and splintering bones
I try to savor your affection in my mouth, but
what was once a confection has turned bitter
instead I had to swallow you down whole
bloated now from the weight of your soul.
© 2014 MuseAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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