Bite Me To The End Of Love

'I bite, '' she says.
''I know''.

She doesn't ask how he knows.
Because he is the only one
who doesn't mind
her biting.

Biting.
Deliscious yummy bites, 
sensual
arousing
quick ones
attack-and-go ones
of the type that won't leave you a mark
but still strong enough for her to enjoy 
and for him to feel.

“The impulse to bite is also a part of the tactile element which lies at the origin of kissing.
The heroine of Kleist’s Penthesilea remarks: ‘Kissing (Küsse) rhymes with biting (Bisse), and one who loves with the whole heart may easily confound the two”.

Biting is like kissing.

Only more spirited