she delicately holds the strawberry in her teeth,
the juices seeping into her mouth.
she smiled and crushed the gentle berry,
until nothing remained but seeds.
she then placed the juiciest moistest berry of all into her mouth:
the raspberry.
her heart was beating a million miles an hour,
as she tentatively crushed the berry
between her jaws.
she smiled as the poison set in.
her whole body was shaking as she sank
into a satisfying death.
the afterlife had so many berries.
so many that she could not control herself.
the berries were soon gone,
but her hunger was not vanquished.
she had only one option:
vore.
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Poetrya poem about walking the fine line between pleasure and pain credit to denise