Some like you hard
but I want you soft.
Wrapped tightly in
your pale skin, twisted
inside yourself and
waiting for my teeth.
Bright yellow cheese
stares up at me from
your vertical smile,
resting upon an ocean
of lettuce, betraying
the meat underneath.
Grease from you splits
In rivers down my chin.
You fall on my tongue,
a tiny sliver of euphoria,
I die with my eyes rolling
to the back of my head.
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