I’d love to be cliché and say
That I want to rip through your
Flesh with my teeth
So I can sink them into your soul
Like I bit into that Twinkie last night
Tongue sloshing on frosting
Sponge cake squeezing in between teeth
Taste lingering around my lips
But alas I gave up carbs
And you would go straight to my thighs.

12/09/2015

Posted on 12/10/2015
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