Young hearts

 

Young lovers’ hearts

all plump, juicy and ripe,

youthful livers

taste nice, with a hint of spice.

The young lovers' hearts

make a fine start

to this meal I eat tonight.

 

The couple on the table beside,

the young man and his dashing bride,

look like a nice, tasty appetiser.

I bite down,

blood gushes like a geyser.

I want to rip every morsel.

Every bite.

Teeth bloodstained,

I will dine tonight.

 

Eyeballs with a sprig of thyme,

cooked in garlic and white wine.

A side of peppered skin crackling.

I'm salivating

at the thought of the meal waiting.

My stomach is echoing loud empty growls

like a monster out on the prowl.

 

Oh, how their shrieks

filled my heart with joy.

I was like a cat

with a cuddly toy.

Pawing and clawing

to wear my prey down,

before pouncing and going to town.

 

I shouldn't have had that last bite,

will be sat on my stomach all night,

but it was frightfully delightful

the meal consumed,

as I chased my prey

through the dining room.

 

 

 

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