A dog fight
igniting the flames,
like a mature act of
hierarchy.
Bite me,
tickle my fancy,
throw wind into my ears.
I'll squeal for you
if you squeal for me.
Thrust and grind and smash
into me.
I can handle
a bit of blood.
And as soon as
the liquid sugar
explodes in my cavern,
you can remind me
that I'm sweeter
than any other.
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