tender and soft, a person who was kind to me; was gentle. a person who gave me every part of them; their time, their attention, their love. but i can't stop consuming. i needed more. and i took more. and yet, they kept giving it to me. soft and kind their thoughts of mind were when i consumed them. warm and pliant was their tongue when i chewed it. juicy and hot were their eyes when i swallowed them. i took everything from them. kissing their palms before devouring their fingers down the their knuckles.
they could only hear me, as i whispered to them; encouragement to continue founded in their reddened smile. all-consuming was i, devouring until i was sated. nothing left left to supple upon. they were all to happy to help sate my hunger. but i was still hungry. and they were just another meal.