Now and beond the travels of life
there lies a hunger deep within
Gnawing, Gnashing, tearing
at moist red flesh
quite unsatisfactory
he eats, delves deeper,
teeth hitting the bone
could've sparked
with such a force
aaah!
such a timid one
lying in the night
tender, tender
soft caresses
before once again
he starts to bite.
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