“Yesterday you took your clothes off in front of me for the first time and all I could think was humans really are animals. You were exposing every vulnerability and lying belly-up like a dog begging for love. but I saw the way your legs curved and the way you gripped the sheets, and I wondered if your teeth could tear through me; You bit at my neck and I wanted to ask you to dig your canines in and rip out my throat. If anything is to kill me I hope it is your mouth.”

“[…] intimacy as mutual eating.

For us, eating and being eaten belong to the terrible secret of love. We love only the person we can eat.

You learned early on why it is we want to consume the things we love.

To be loved means to be consumed.

Love will turn on the lover and gnaw.

You bite / I bite back / I want you to eat me / I want to stick to the back of your throat

A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism.

[…] two lovers interminably devouring each other,

Gently. We swallow each other whole.

Eat me, my love, live on me with animal-thirst […] enter me and become my hunger for you.”

“Finally, a sin worth hurting for, a fervor, a sweet—You are mine.”

“Since sexuality originates in eating, it is always haunted by the imagery of ingestion, having neither an object nor a territory proper to itself. Yet eating, in its turn, exceeds the biological demand for nourishment, for it expresses the desire to possess the object unconditionally. The genesis of secrecy may also be attributed to eating, for it is well known that the best way to keep a secret is to eat the evidence. The stomach is a place almost as private as the grave.”

“A cathedral, him pressing against me, his lips at my neck, and yes, I do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars”

“Do you see now? My tongue, the dagger at your jugular. My love, the sword at your bosom. Which do you want?”