I don't want to make love to you,
I don't want to fuck you.
No. Not today.
Today, I will stalk and pounce and prey upon you;
Mark and rake--tooth and claw--and violate you.
...

Divide and spread and crawl inside of you,
To tear and chew, to suck and taste you;
Roll you around, savoring, teasing, swallowing, ingesting you.
Down my gullet, slide and glide, belly growling and receiving you;
To fill and nourish as juices coat and cover, digesting you.
And in the carnage where I lay covered and dripping with you,
I will spit you back up, bathe in the pieces and slurry of you;
Gather your remains, stirring, shaping, forming, molding you,
En-wrap you, envelope you, warming and soothing you.
Upon your lips and into your mouth, I will pour into you,
Flood you, breathe into you, resurrect you, feed and quench you,
Heal you and make you whole by giving you back to yourself.
I don't want to make love to you,
I don't want to fuck you.
No. Not today.
Today, I will maul and devour and re-make you.