(In)Human Behaviour
By razorlicious
The taste of tender flesh upon my swollen tongue feed the Craving The scent of sweet musk stings my flaring nostrils feed the Craving The sound of innocent tears creeping down her cheeks feed the Craving The sight of pink irritation surrounding the mounds feed the Craving The touch of a weakening grip around my thick wrist feed the CravingNymphomania poem. Written January 7th, 2002 © on Jan 12 2002 03:13 PM PST 0 • 16
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"The taste of tender flesh..."