“I hunger for you sleek laugh, your
hands the color a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your
fingernail, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.” I am sorry but this
sonnet was disturbing. What is this cannibal love? I would not want someone who
loved me to describe their love in this way. I think instead of achieving my
affection they would get a slap in the face that was gross!
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