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I Want To Eat My Girlfriend

I just can't help but feel so hungry when I look at her.

She's always kind to me. Kind, and understanding, and sickly sweet. Even when I shove my fingers in her mouth to feel out her teeth, or pinch her tongue and make her squirm, she holds my face, cradling it between her soft, warm hands, and giggles like I'm acting funny.

But I'm not. I want to hold all of her here, on my palm, in my chest, in my stomach, feel her dissolve and shatter between my teeth before sliding smoothly down my throat, warm and intoxicating enough to make my world spin.

The urge to consume her is so strong, I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I can never squeeze her hard enough, and getting a good bite in is out of the question; she doesn't like it when I make her bleed... but her blood is just so sweet, red and rich, it's the kind of drink that hooks you with one sip. Her salty sweat and even saltier tears drive me mad, like licking her all over is what I was made for, and deep down this is what I really believe.

I can't help but wonder, when she cradles my face so close to hers, would she still giggle and caress me and call me silly, if she knew what my true intentions are? Would she still love me if I told her just seeing her face draws a pit in my stomach, like I'll pass out if I can't touch her, be near to her?

I stare at her while she sleeps, now, snoring so peacefully next to me. Her lips are slightly parted: her teeth tease me from within her warm, wet mouth. I drool at the thought of sucking on them.

I am a greedy child begging for candy.

And I can no longer stand my own hunger.