Smolder

I could smother you in your sleep just to feel you squirm beneath me

I could place your breathing things between my cheeks and squeeze

There's something sweet about your skin even though it's getting older

There's something about the bitterness of aging bones that makes my insides colder

After I smother you, I might desecrate you and eat you one piece at a time

I'm no Dahmer and couldn't fathom doing this for real

But the thought is appealing so don't mind me feeling up your arms before I take a bite right off your shoulder