Another 5.5

Lapping your lips from afar doesn’t do anything.

I don’t have use for an interpersonal bored game,

A contact-less tete-a-tete.

I want you to devour me like a starving man does cake,

Stare me down like a dessert walker does a body of water,

and then baptize yourself.

Gorge yourself.

Feral and savage and clumsy.

Go ahead.

I’m saying yes.