I want you. I want you so bad. I want your tasty pink periphery. I want your beautifully glazed fuchsia sweetness. I want to taste you, lick you, eat you, devour you. I want all of you, right through to your hole.
You tempt me. You tempt me with your sugary, sticky deliciousness.
Your smell is intoxicating.
Fresh, light, fun – a real party pleaser!
I want to share you. Let everyone have some of that doughy delight!
No one should be deprived of a little midnight snack.
Too much of you and I could overdose on your saccharine pleasure.
I resist only to enjoy you more.
I tell myself “No,” but cannot resist your lure.
Because you are bad, you are even better when I give in.
The first white frosting all around your gap titillates my tongue with supersensory tantric tidal waves of saliva as my protruding buds devour your delectable denuded diameter.
From out to in, multiple radii I allow to dissolve in my mouth.
When I have fully devoured you and your entirety has become synonymous with that hole in the center of your being, the essence of your existence, you are no more you now that you have into me metamorphosed. And I, in turn, am enlivened even in my petit mort, by your sustenance. Your body feeds me willingly with each morsel, without regret or remorse.
A perfect sacrifice bringing the untapped power from one object into the life-force of another.
A union of opposites transposing matter into bliss.
A consummation devoutly to be wished!
Eat me
