Our relationship has shown, I am no omnivore, but a carnivore

that desires to feed on nothing else but you...
Your tenderness never failed to bring me joy and pleasure. Pleasure from your juices that drip from my moist chin; there’s only so much space in my mouth...
Maybe I have become dependent. At times I wonder if I could survive without you, after all, I’ve gone so long, indulging my bodily needs, with you...
I know I’ve had my share of tasting you, tearing you, savoring every layer of you, but my tongue wants more...
I know you have been secretly suffocating my heart, as if it were a balloon to be popped, and they say I should give you up before you kill me, but how could I give up something that brings me so much happiness?
How could anyone?...