You were eating the pastry, 

red velvet. 

How gracefully you were stabbing the bloody delicacy to it’s boneless spine…

And then the small pieces touching your wet lips…

I know I was drenched in shallow alcohols…

but those creams and the red in your lips made the artistic masterpiece. 

Then under the sheets…I wanted you to repeat that…I wanted you to stab me with your flashing grace and boundless erections…

But you just kissed me away, 

It only took the pinch of your closing eyes to take the pastries out of me.

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Photograph: Google.