aching to be
in ecstasy
longing, to shed the disguise
begging to know
suppliant soul
writhing, in my hungry maw
aching to feed
weary and weak
witness, my horrid disguise
beauty, without kind, a
smile, wicked eyed, en-
trancing, vacant mind, in
pleasure, as you die
plummet, deeper still, a
warming, liquid thrill, she's
going, for the kill, e-
rasing, your fee-ble will
kneel low, breath slow
kneel low, breath slow
kneeling low and echoing, my
motion, in all things, you
stare now deep into my eyes, a
trance like, pulsing light, now
planting your root in the mud, a
warming, mass of blood, just
throbbing there beneath the skin, i
quiver, and begin
and now i, peel it back
pink skin to crack, my petals dance
hungry in, your glance
oblivious, your body thrust
into my great, gaping maw
ensnaring
tentacle, to shred and pull
still dazzling, you do not scream
your vacant eye, and vapid smile
disintegrate, in fanged scrape
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