I’m a Devourer.
What does it look like from this angle,
as I devour her?
Does it make you jealous?
When you asked me to do this,
were you simply overzealous?
Do you hate how it makes you feel?
Yet you cannot look away—
what does that reveal?
Strip away your armor.
Now you’ve got skin in the game.
What’s this feeling—
arousal or shame?
Perhaps they hold hands.
Watch us intertwine and sweat,
wail and inhale each other’s breath.
We make honey and milk
while your frail ego experiences death.
I rest the thing that enthralls you
between her breasts
and take it all in—
your stare,
your hunger,
the envy caught behind your fangs.
Funny.
You came here only to watch,
yet somehow,
you’ve been laid bare.
You asked to watch.
So watch.
The flavor of regret.
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Author:
Seraphel (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My perspective from within an experience of voyeurism.
- Category: Erotic
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Comments2
Voyeuristic, erotic, cannibalistic, vengeful, sexual, violent, sadistic, masochistic, all come to mind. Well done
Thank you friend!
You are most welcome Seraphel
Great job. 🫡
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