I already know of
the
delights that
awaits
me
The taste
the smell
the excitement
your fear
We are the same
you and I
gaseous chunks of
meat waiting to
decay
yet
You beseech
upon Death
as if Death
empathize with
your existence
We're
nothing
more
than
meat
Meat to be
flayed
carved up
and displayed
works of culinary art
A fine cuisine indeed
shall we
Invite
death to
the table
For
surely you can feel
your life force
e b b i n g a w a y
with each cut
with each filet
with each deliberate
chop
of
my
blade
The
smell of
your blood
arouses me
in ways you'll
never understand
and
the taste
ahhh the taste
stimulates my curiosity
A cut here
a cut there
spues blood
everywhere
Rivers of Orgasmic W o n d e r s
Curious
I feel
as a child
in a candy store
delighted to witness
such decadence
I surrender to
its purity
the taste
the smell
the excitement
Your
fear
