Food for thought

Now here’s something for you to sink your teeth in to:

Those juicy thighs leading to that sweet fruit; from the appetizing arms to the scrumptious shoulders, her cocoa skin and enchanting lips, dimly aware of the starving eyes which stalk her now, leave us all to know not what waits for her in the shadows.

Her body is a buffet of delight.

I cannot ask for more my dear waiter, perhaps some wine and cheese. As forever I have ate her and done so as I please.

She shall not return the favour, for the favour is all my own to give. Now that she is food, she is about to truly live.

So, let this Dracula eat. And do not stop me now. The dark love that surrounds her, endears my hungry prowl.