Carve me gently with your touch,
let your lips slice through my skin.
Feast upon my whispered breath,
draw me deeper, pull me in.
Your teeth, the daggers of desire,
your hunger, sharp and all-consuming.
I am willing flesh, a willing fire,
soft and sweet, ripe for the ruining.
Drink the marrow of my need,
lick the salt of my devotion.
Leave no piece of me untouched,
love should never fear erosion.
Let us merge in crimson ruin,
no divide of mine or thine.
Consume me whole, devour me truly,
until your bones are shaped like mine.
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