Parade of Souls

My parade of souls,
remnants of fleshly appetites fulfilled.

Some were loved
Some feasted upon
Some morsels of a single meal

Some were innocent, beautiful,
the princess of their families.
Some were easy prey,
precious whores in the making.

Their physical fibers, and lovely forms
breathed in living cells,
as much a part of creation as the stars.
Each frame unique and memorable.
Each, in her own way,
sustaining my lusts.