Hunger

when it gets messy

and it purely oouuu

and never eeew

when their odor smells like a fragrance

and reduces you to a primitive beast

that ravages and rips all sorts of linens

to reveal the beauty of birth

souls pouring into one another

through them savory exchanges of thy mouth's orifice

the desire to bind through seamless grapples

when the climax is only the beginning

the twin gasp as your souls

bond into ecstasy

when each elapse of time is seamless

and the yearning to explore

each and every part of the skin

when the dual smile and grimace

after the finish

is only but the beginning

of your epic tale