Carnal Carnivore
Cornered,
The hunt has ended.
Stripped of defenses,
Tattered clothing lie shredded about.
The feast about to begin.
A trembling, tortured body yearning the final blow.
Not knowing if it will hurt, but knowing the end is lurking.
Gnawing on your ear,
My breath a whisper of the end soon to come.
Hands claw fleshy goods,
As saliva drips off my lips
Onto quivering loins.
Digging in for the feast,
Hands clench onto hips,
Fighting screams and spastic muscles,
An attempt to be free.
Sporadic,
Ravishing
Convulsions
Steadily increase,
As I taste you with every lick of my tongue,
Until you finally succumb.
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