Subtle yet provocative.
The tender loin strip off the crescent of the kill.
A guilty pleasure of the hunt.
The very that nurtures the sweet adrenaline gushing the kill dry.
Marrying yet another mystery of being a man.
Or just the hush gush and push of the slice through the cringe.
Vain as it is, the poise monogony of the monogamy.
A dirty vague nerve wracking strip of skin.
A slender serene splendor of wings.
A ravishing retrouvius rendezvous retire of oomph.
And off its vein.
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