The Flesh-Eaters
Your eyes, they meet
at once you know
You nod ~ no smile
Soon, you'll go
Meet out back
Or in the parking lot
Their hands so cold
Their breath so hot
Drive somewhere
And lock the door
Rip away the layers
Have to see more
Fingers gripping
Leaving bruises
Nails ripping
Blood is oozing
Hunger climbs with
The beast within
Must eat them alive
Or crawl right in
Lay them open
Tangled limbs
Pulled apart
On a whim
Violence Or need
Do you care?
Eyes have answered
You see it there
Twist and turn
Bite and taste
Tear and suck
Not a drop to waste
Sweat and tears
Spit and fuck
If you both survive
It'll be sheer luck
Fist and teeth
Skin and bone
Mark thier flesh
As your own
Thrust inside
Taste the heart
Lick the brain
Life is art
Taste the sin
Taste the flesh
Taste the pain when
Two bodies meld . . .
mjh

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