There is nothing more intimate than the taste of a loved one. When you come into my mouth, I receive not just your seed — I receive a piece of your life, your energy, your essence. I taste you — slightly salty, warm, alive — and I want to remember it, to recognize it everywhere, to crave it when you are away. I run my tongue over my lips, collecting every drop because it is too precious to spill. When you look down at me, at my lips stained with you, I see in your eyes that very hunger I want to fuel again and again. I swallow you, and you become part of me, travel inside, settle somewhere deep in my belly, and I feel that warmth within me, as if you were always there, just waiting for me to swallow you. With me, you don't just come — you feed me with yourself. And I will always be hungry for you.
