Pull the Monster
out of my mouth
and put him in your hand
drink his blood and feel of Man
Lick the wounds
from stinging words
and taste the salt on your tongue
knock me down into the sand
taste of me and taste of Man
When fantasy becomes murder
when dreams lead to lies
hold my soul
and let the pleasure wash over you
Eat of me and eat of Man
Tie me up
lock me up
box me up
shut me up
Dripping tongues lust over it
Why shouldn't I?
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