Into the Phonebooth

You're bent. Your bents bend my own
Until they end up sneering
At one another..
Waiting. ....gasping...
To see who gives first.
You have the body, I have the will...
You bring the heat, i hold the steel...
Assuredly, you'll be my tastiest meal..
You'll fill my hunger...
I'll sate your thirst.
 
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