There is no contempt in mine
Action to on you spit.
I only wish to consume thine
Skin, savour, and digest it.

I long to masticate on
Your sarcus, bones, and soul;
Transform you into a bolus;
And swallow you down whole.

Inside me will be your love,
Your essence, and your spirit.
I’ll save you from stomach juices.
Peristalsis, do not fear it.

You could help me grow;
Use my cells as a dorm.
You’d be stronger than ever
In your concentrated form.