So pale, is it a painted wall? A sculpture? No, it is flesh. What beauty! What grace! So smooth, unblemished. I take a nibble. Exquisite! I don't want to ever leave. This beautiful creature will soon be marred with tokens of my love. But I will love her still. She is my sustenance, my everything. She brushes me away, but how can I help but to return? In love I will always be, until my death.