He gorged himself on her beauty, until he could not consume any more.
The taste of her was soothing, the taste of her was raw.
He drank in her perfection, and savoured each sip of her wine.
Deep and dark and red and thick, one mouthful at a time.
He looked at her with passion, she aroused his every lust.
The mistress of his
temptations, he would gnaw her bones to dust.
He would save and he would savour, he would make her last for days, until his hunger was no longer, and her hunger was erased.
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