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.