nina fortner says "may I?" and looks at you with such a warm loving gaze and even puts in a soft "thank you" before she eats your pussy. Kisses your throbbing clit as if to calm it down before she laps up at your folds.
anna liebert on the other hand talks to your pussy. coos at it. "look at you...well aren't you just the sweetest thing?". and when you try to interrupt her conversation with your pussy, she'll shoot you the most evil fucking glare for being impatient before jumping in to absolutely DEVOURING you.
You once had faltered, but never enough to turn around
and cry at the sole image of me burying your body, young
yet old.
I will find my skin wrinkled and your bones settled deep inside my body.
I ate a piece of you, ate it whole until there was nothing left,
then sank my teeth through our mother's flesh,
ripped myself through the river tasting of metal and debt.
(The river, you, or I?
Was it the tearing of skin or the rush of blood?
Was it the curled-up fist or the blooming of the rose?
I love you, I love you, I love you.)
Through countless hard callouses, through scalding hot waters,
through minds of all poets, through depths of old legends;
I screamed and writhed and wailed and shed the tears once yours
for you not to drink the vial of poison,
for you to come back and take the shape of your lifeless body.
The bones of which I inherited,
your last breath being my own.
"Eat," you once had said, though I could not hear,
and eat I did, my brother.
Eat I did.