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In this bittersweet life, there are a thousand and one nights of sensory banquets, where I could devour you again and again, almost infinitely, defining each time my method of consumption.
From the corners of my putrefying starvation glutted belly I feel your presence, gazing lovingly at the spread of my desires upon the tableau of your voluptuous hills of sumptuous satiation, while my cutlery-like fingers explore the dips and drippings of excess that overflow from the edges of your awareness into my absorbed consciousness.
You bestow upon me the promise of the satisfying feed, hinting and tempting, suggesting and promising, giving me tantalising detail, the scent of seduction as tactile as the melting of your form in my voracious orifices. My nose burns with the invasion of your aromas surging like the bounty of the oceans, silvery streams or streaky tuna armies dancing in the deep waters, their movement a hypnosis in itself, locking my mind on that one goal of ravishment, sating my ravenous lust for you.
The smoke from your steaming offerings of juice-oozing flesh blurs my avaricious vision with hallucinations of unbelievable bounty heaped upon endless pedestals, multiple platforms groaning under the weight of your provisions, all pouring delicious essences down my chasm of a throat, this maw a blossoming flower I offer to you as a token of my devotion to your blessings. More and more and more, I take what you give, and I fall under your delectable spell.
I cannot resist you, and you cannot refuse me, even as those around us are themselves demolished as useless heaps of junk food churning poison in the arteries like so many demons feeding on the souls of the damned in the fiery ovens of hell, skewered, impaled, roasted, fried, endlessly, in an assembly line of doom.
We may bake, but we will never burn, and for all of time eternal I will crave you as any beggar reaches so desperately for any morsel of sustenance. My hands will yearn for your lush physical form, like a wailing babe cries for the breast. And we shall rise in the heat together entangled malleable and grow golden in our passion for the merging of our flesh.
You are the savoury and the sweet, and your meat fills me with the sheer pleasure of possession and mastication, culminating in the ultimate swallow, that progression down down down into the pits of digestion, where I can feel you in my depths.
I would let your vibrations radiate forth from my shuddering intestines, writhing sausages of destruction twisting in convolutions of anticipation for the next course, and the next course, and the next.
Let all this indulgence heaped upon indulgence never end, for I can never have enough of you. I will gulp you down in a mass of oral euphoria, as if I have never tasted your divine flavour.
No morsel of you will be spared my devoted attention, and my teeth will hold memories of every bite, every flood of tastes lingering upon my tongue as it contorts and shivers in hot pleasure.
There will be no forgetting this ecstasy, and you will always remember the sensation of my tongue taking you within our dreams of delicacies without end, in this palace of feasting you have built for our shared gluttony.

Description
In this bittersweet life, there are a thousand and one nights of sensory banquets, where I could devour you again and again, almost infinitely, defining each time my method of consumption.
From the corners of my putrefying starvation glutted belly I feel your presence, gazing lovingly at the spread of my desires upon the tableau of your voluptuous hills of sumptuous satiation, while my cutlery-like fingers explore the dips and drippings of excess that overflow from the edges of your awareness into my absorbed consciousness.
You bestow upon me the promise of the satisfying feed, hinting and tempting, suggesting and promising, giving me tantalising detail, the scent of seduction as tactile as the melting of your form in my voracious orifices. My nose burns with the invasion of your aromas surging like the bounty of the oceans, silvery streams or streaky tuna armies dancing in the deep waters, their movement a hypnosis in itself, locking my mind on that one goal of ravishment, sating my ravenous lust for you.
The smoke from your steaming offerings of juice-oozing flesh blurs my avaricious vision with hallucinations of unbelievable bounty heaped upon endless pedestals, multiple platforms groaning under the weight of your provisions, all pouring delicious essences down my chasm of a throat, this maw a blossoming flower I offer to you as a token of my devotion to your blessings. More and more and more, I take what you give, and I fall under your delectable spell.
I cannot resist you, and you cannot refuse me, even as those around us are themselves demolished as useless heaps of junk food churning poison in the arteries like so many demons feeding on the souls of the damned in the fiery ovens of hell, skewered, impaled, roasted, fried, endlessly, in an assembly line of doom.
We may bake, but we will never burn, and for all of time eternal I will crave you as any beggar reaches so desperately for any morsel of sustenance. My hands will yearn for your lush physical form, like a wailing babe cries for the breast. And we shall rise in the heat together entangled malleable and grow golden in our passion for the merging of our flesh.
You are the savoury and the sweet, and your meat fills me with the sheer pleasure of possession and mastication, culminating in the ultimate swallow, that progression down down down into the pits of digestion, where I can feel you in my depths.
I would let your vibrations radiate forth from my shuddering intestines, writhing sausages of destruction twisting in convolutions of anticipation for the next course, and the next course, and the next.
Let all this indulgence heaped upon indulgence never end, for I can never have enough of you. I will gulp you down in a mass of oral euphoria, as if I have never tasted your divine flavour.
No morsel of you will be spared my devoted attention, and my teeth will hold memories of every bite, every flood of tastes lingering upon my tongue as it contorts and shivers in hot pleasure.
There will be no forgetting this ecstasy, and you will always remember the sensation of my tongue taking you within our dreams of delicacies without end, in this palace of feasting you have built for our shared gluttony.