beef

I have this perverse desire to be submerged in raw meat.
Safety. Passionless oblivion. All my desires chilled to a temperature of a cold dead animal. Muffled heartbeat. Eyes drowned in tissue. No room for doubts.
There should be no harm in my affection.
Or your kiss.

misfit

It was the shadow that touched me, not the real flesh...and a tinny whisper that brought me into a state of yearning, not a real voice. It was an imaginary glow that made me sit down, not an actual beating of the heart and it was me who stuffed my mouth with false cravings, not the blushing cheeks that ran away.
I'll try not to go too deep this time. Just a bit over my knees.