Ripe for the taking.
So succulent and sweet.
Eat the seed
Of my decree.
At harvest time
Your soul is mine.
I can't control the craving.
Lust for the essence of you.
Fattened for the slaughter.
Indulge yourself, my sweet.
I will wait.
Anticipate.
The time to taste.
The time to take.
I can't control the craving.
Lust for the essence of you.
It's one or the other.
We've bleached out the colours.
Now you have to choose.
Want to gain or want to lose?
We just want a bite or twelve.
How dare you keep it to yourself.
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