Sometimes the old line
Is still the best line,
How good you look
And you know
He doesn’t mean a drink
When we asks if you taste
As good as you look,
We are all cannibals
Stirred up to devour each other
By the intensity of what we feel inside,
We need to taste each other,
Sip the sacred wine
Letting it drip from our lips,
An ache we feel with each deep draught,
I want to taste you,
From the inside out,
I want to spread your hips
Like a dinner plate,
Diving head first
When your clam shell opens,
I want you to feed on me, too,
Leaving not a crumb left
On either plate,
I want you to taste me
As I taste you,
Sweet and sour,
The taste life gives us,
Not good or bad,
Right or wrong,
Just as it is,
Sharing and being shared,
An old line asking
What’s a girl like you…
When we both already know
We’re here to feed
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