You crack me open,
Like a pomegranate.
Pull at the warm flesh.
Lick at what is within.
Dig the fingers and tongue in.
Rip 'til
All my ruby red secrets spill out.
And you pick them up, one by one, by your teeth,
And devour
Your sweet juices mixing with mine.
You don't just fuck my body.
You fuck my soul,
My heart,
And my mind.
You rip me apart.
Destroy.
You remove my skin,
Rub yourself all over my soul,
All over my thoughts, memories.
Not missing one spot.
Then tenderly put it all back together.
Like a ripe pomegranate.
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