God-Eating...
Nibble on his flesh,
mouth-watering pale...
The taste of him is bold,
this all-powerful male...
The salty taste of his skin
lingers on my tongue...
As much as it pains me,
one bite isn't enough...
But its all I can have,
one isnt permitted more...
That's fine though, because
there's something greater in store...
A goblet in hand,
filled to the golden brim...
His blood touches my lips;
watered down, its tastes dim...
A drop on my lip,
gone with a flick of my tongue...
Its hard to believe
that the ritual is done...
Walk down the aisle,
sit down in the pews...
And ponder the days
'til I next commune...
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