vangoghswhore

Starving,
you come to my banquet
hidden behind
ivory femora doors.
My food lay before you
prepared for the feast
releasing a scent
of my unique appetite.
Savagely eating
biting,chewing
saliva flowing
like wine
lubricating each bite
melting into the fruit's
sweet juices of ripe ;
releasing back
mixing as one
forever forgetting
the last guest
that ate there.

BLH