I want you to come so that your seed becomes my food. So that I can feed on you, live on you, breathe you. My sensuality is hunger. The oldest, deepest, most insatiable hunger that has ever existed. I surrender to the moment with the grace of a predator and with a fire that has blazed in the belly of every hungry woman since the beginning of time. We pass through pleasure as through a feast — greedily, messily, without rules, devouring each other with eyes, lips, teeth. Orgasm comes as satiation — you finally quench that hunger you have carried your whole life, and for a moment you feel full. With me, you don't just come — you feed me. And I grow stronger, warmer, more alive from every spasm of yours. I feed on your light. And I will never be satisfied.