The Nooooooooodles ('Love Bites', part 2)

— and then I would go on eating her
until halfway
through the summer,
and (sometimes)
she would eat me, too...
though her tastes
were refined,
far more refined,
than my own...
for I would lick
and nibble and chew
her soft, smooth delectability —
tearing through tender flesh
to reach the warm, rich delicacies
that lay beneath,
savoring the raw intensity
of her succulent innards,
allowing the all-natural
crimson life-sauce
of her sublime corporeity
to run down my face,
my torso—to the adroit attention
of my equally hungrous loins...

— whereas she, you see,
preferred my flesh
lightly browned and
basted in some rich, thick,
gooey gravy
of her own concocting...
major organs baked into
steaming, gelatinous-like,
meaty goodness,
and garnished with something
green and leafy —
served, perhaps,
with asparagus — or
maybe not,
depending on her mood...
but always, always, always —
don’t forget about
the nooooooooodles!!!!