I’ll eat you alive; I’ll eat you away and will not choke! Not at once, but slowly, carefully, savoring your every piece, every finger, every little bit of your skin.

When you groan, when you wriggle, when you roll up your eyes, I will bite you again and again, nip from your ruffling heart.

When you’re smoking, tired and estranged, when you loose heart and you have no more strengths, I will come up to you, hug tenderly, look in your eyes and attack you, attack, attack. I will be tearing you apart, smashing you to pieces.

You will be trained by me, tamed and even dependent on me. Insensibly, slightly, I will sink my teeth in your shoulders, pull out your bones, press your painful points.

When your glance is so tender, when your senses are so tremulous, when you feel so nicely confused, opening yourself, I will eat you up, I will eat all of you.

You will be my doll, my scarecrow… my Queen. I will be working on 3 or even on 10 jobs. I will cease to sleep and meet other people. I will cease to live. I will be all yours in the same a way you are vainly trying to be mine. I will become everything for you. And you will be nothing, because of me. For your patience and kindness, for your love and tenderness, for your being near and understanding, for your guessing my thoughts and wishes, I will eat you, I will destroy you, kill you.

Because I’m scared. I’m scared because you know me by heart, scared because you take me the way I am, scared that I can’t let you go, that I am addicted, that I will not be able, that I… love you.

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