Mouth Like A Furnace

Mouth Like A Furnace

I do not kiss, I consume
lips like a chute where everything goes in
Every hand on my skin is a snack I finish and toss aside with a grin
I drag lovers through sheets like fast-food bags
crush them flat, lick the salt off my nails
Tell them they are special while I am already planning the next kill in the details.

You call it addiction
a sickness I caught; I call it back-pay for every year I starved
Spent half my life begging crumbs from people who rationed affection like it was hard
Now I cash the debt in bodies
grab hearts by the root and chew
If you slide into my bed
you are volunteering to be fresh meat for the queue.

This mouth is not a doorway, It is a furnace with teeth
Come in as a person, Leave as heat.
I have a mouth like a furnace, burning through faces
through trust, through time
If you climb inside for warmth
I guarantee you leave without your spine
They say this appetite will wreck me

grind me down to the bone, Good, at least I die full
and not cold and alone.
I see the panic hit mid-kiss when they realize I am not building a thing
No home, no future, just a ritual of taking
a saint of the swallow with no ring
They want to be the one to change me
the meal that finally ends the hunt

I smile against their pulse
taking exactly what I want.
Do not pretend you do not understand
You came here to get devoured, as planned
We use each other as meat shields against the ache that chews
Call it sin, call it hell
whatever you choose. We both wake up emptier

digging deeper for something to keep
Using friction to outrun the sleep.
I have a mouth like a furnace, burning through faces
through trust, through time
If you climb inside for warmth
I guarantee you leave without your spine
They say this appetite will wreck me

grind me down to the bone, Good, at least I die full
and not cold and alone.
When there is nothing left but smoke and a grin you cannot feel
Remember I warned you before the first bite: My hunger doesn’t heal.