Taste
Pushing her aside.
I feed like a hungry calf.
Thirsty for its mothers milk.
Her hair falls down upon her perfect face.
I stare, eyes furrowed, brow but a mass of wrinkled hate.
I push her down trying to climb into her skin.
Wanting to feel the beauty of being.
I get inside her and stare out.
Pondering over what she sees
She is looking at someone.
A pretty girl.
Wanting to be her.
The girl seems strangely familiar.
Looking out of her eyes I can see.
My demon.
My lover.
She was jealous of me.
I feed like a hungry calf.
Thirsty for its mothers milk.
Her hair falls down upon her perfect face.
I stare, eyes furrowed, brow but a mass of wrinkled hate.
I push her down trying to climb into her skin.
Wanting to feel the beauty of being.
I get inside her and stare out.
Pondering over what she sees
She is looking at someone.
A pretty girl.
Wanting to be her.
The girl seems strangely familiar.
Looking out of her eyes I can see.
My demon.
My lover.
She was jealous of me.
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