Hunger

[TheMovingTeacup]

Hunger by Andrew Magnaye (TheMovingTeacup)

'Where shall I begin? To what end? To what beginning? Amounting to what?'
There's truly no proper place or time to begin describing the perfection that my life hath attained, or rather hath attained my life and perfected it. I watch perfection as it caresses me and holds me close. Her nails dig in ever so curiously. The hairs of my body rise. I can't hold my desire any longer. Bite me. She teasingly licks me lightly and moves in for the finale. As she does this her black hair falls over the two of us, hiding her crime. She raises her head to reveal flesh, my juices flowing out. I have not died yet. I hold on to my life, so that I may prolong the time I spend with her. Her eyes deep, and in them my very reflection. Clear. She only has eyes for me. Her lips blush and are soft to the touch. More. Please, more. She continues on. My veins and intestines become naught, and all that remains, is my heart. My heart is for her. She holds my heart and looks at it gently, as if looking at a lover. But that is not the case. Perfection wouldn't stand an imperfect thing such as I, and so she discards me... into the trash... for I am naught but a peach.

[dizzydoll]

Very clever, with excellent sensual expression. Good write. :biggrin5:

[RaoulDuke]

Clever! It reminds me of Mercutio's fruit/sex puns in Romeo & Juliet:

Now will he sit under a medlar tree,
And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit
As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.
Romeo, that she were, O, that she were
An open et caetera, thou a poperin pear!