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𝗜𝗜. 𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

Eat of me, my dear
from my thick layer of protection
to the bones that stabilize me.
Rip the supple flesh of my thighs,
you deserve the nutrition.

Dine out on my muscle,
my tissue.
Snap my bones and suck out
the sweet, sweet marrow.
Pour my viscous red into
a golden goblet
and drink like the royalty you are.

Feed on me, baby.
Devour me like a line of ribs
and then feast on my own.
Gnaw on my tendons and cartilage,
and rub your belly with satisfaction
knowing that I will forever be one with you,
even boiling in your stomach acid.