A psychopathic valentine
I want to eat your heart
A cardiovascular feast
A cabaret sauvignon will be best
In the red pulse of candle light
I want to consume your lungs
A pulmonary delight
A merlot, I think
Let it breathe
I want to nibble on your ear
A carnal lobectomy
Riesling, I heard, is great
I want to tenderize your liver
Filter it with my love
A Japanese Huangiiu perhaps?
My opinion may be jaundiced
I want to ingest your colon
It won’t be a waste of time
Intestinal fortitude won’t be needed
A digestive would be perfect
Grand Marnier maybe?
I love you. Be mine
I love you. Be mine