Smooth, when I massage you
with my thumb, I put you
closer to my face and
I smell the earthiness—
my senses ascend. I
prepare to ride the dohl,
because its heartbeat incites the
Beast between my lips.
I want that fibrous sweetness
Inside your skin—
You are ready.
My teeth are sharp.
My bite will hurt.
Trust, that I mean no harm.
When entrapped in my mouth,
my pleasure will be your purpose,
You will enjoy it. I know, because
you will express candied juices
in my mouth.
The dohl breaks into a different
One bite, I break your security.
I suck you into my mouth. Eyes closed,
I squeeze you to keep sucking food.
(Be grateful I did not slice you. )
I will soothe you afterwards,
with my lips sucking your flesh
But you must understand,
that when I discreetly remove
your juicy fibers from the gaps
between my teeth, I will keep eating.
I tear the skin off. I see the long strands
From the upside of your skin,
upright, ready for me to devour.
And I devour until I see the clean green.
My buds enlightened by your protein.