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FLESH CONNOISSEUR

The ache
It comes again
A tempest of pond life
Writhing inside
Heat manifest
Swarming my inhibition

The cloth
Draped around her breasts
Sweat beads an invitation
Her country the pillowcase
I throb premature
Nigh spasmodic in nature
Just before immigrating

My fingers were tendrils
Unrestrained idolatry
To partake of the finest
Spider silk flesh

I salivate as a cannibal
I cannot keep face
I must consume

Dagger fingernails
Leave trace on my back
Repeated lacerations
Breath wed to my neck
Scalding tongue
She knows that spot
Selective misophonia

I boil
A wanton stew
The only sound
Ecstatic screams
Mine alone to bask in
She was Mona Lisa tonight
And her stomach my canvas

And for the first time
Saw the passion wrought
Volcanic eruption, Pompeii
Encapsulated in her eyes
With my own expression