Ich crave Ihre ffnung, Ihre Stimme, Ihr Haar. Leise und verhungernd, streiche ich durch die Straen herum. Brot ernhrt mich nicht, Dmmerung strt mich, allen Tag, den ich fr das flssige Ma Ihrer Schritte jage.
Ich hungere fr Ihr glattes Lachen, Ihre Hnde die Farbe einer wilden Ernte, Hunger fr die Lattensteine Ihrer Fingerngel, ich mchte Ihre Haut wie eine vollstndige Mandel essen.
Ich mchte den Sunbeam essen, der in Ihrem reizenden Krper, die souverne Nase Ihres arroganten Gesichtes sich erweitert, ich mchte den flchtigen Farbton Ihrer Peitschen essen,
und ich schreite um hungriges und schnffele die Dmmerung, Jagd fr Sie, fr Ihr heies Herz, wie einen Puma in den barrens von Quitratue.
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