You're peeling, dear
I see it on your lips
when you dart pink tongue over the edge
I have this urge to bite it off you
This hunger that coalesces
into the lining of my undersides
Silvery sheen like melted fat off salmon
I sigh again, changing
My canines care not to hurt you
Even as they taste iron
So I whet my way down instead
Licking from jaw to loin
Devouring your flesh in one go
Undone layer by layer
For a final kiss from the same lips that stole your whites
Would you look at that — no longer dry.
