^ww^ One specific one's love poem that is. The "me" one. Make no mistake, this by no means is just a romantic-type love poem--any love. ^^

The text, for those who can't see the file:

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"A Vorarephile's Love Poem"

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Have you ever had to give up something you loved doing because it was not accepted or understood?
Too shame, too hide.
You can’t have color—it’s contraband.
Why not marvel at the epiglottis—and the power of the tongue and peristalsis
To push the one who trusts me further in? I can lick clean your fear
Until I taste the sweet center of you. Devouring all that I love most
About you because—really—I am madly hungry for contact with you.
I will gladly digest and absorb all the stresses worn upon your skin;
Let that pain be part of me rather than you. I feel soft
And alive inside as you do—let me be your hammock—
Let me be your grotto—let me be your safe place.
Gladly will I offer the shell of me to you—no other teeth shall mar you—
Nor acids, enzymes grind at your beautiful qualities.

To call myself a Predator is both true and wrong.
Too many, too many, too many connotations there
That none afflict my body, my intention.
And to call you my Prey is both true and wrong. Prey,
Too much, too much, too much assumption there.
Weakness! I’d never assume that to you. I need to take your strength
In—for survival it is all I need. Without, I am starved
For your presence. The pure warm goodness
Lying upon the throne beneath my heart.