sweet nectar that I am addicted to
succulent honey
in the stickiest, juiciest, dirtiest bite out of a honeycomb of intoxication
and not just the echo of his hello
do you know what its like to be a wild animal?
raging for the kill
craving to devour its blood
insatiable thirst for flesh
he is my hunter I think
meant to obtain me
taste me
become me
you have to understand there is no way out for me wven if there was
if avoid it
ignore it
run from it
hello I cry out
tell me what trouble did you get into today
he growls.
peanut butter and poetry 🥜🧈📖🕯🕯🖤
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