Bite me like you bite an apple

Crisp and sweet like impenetrable sunsets

Devouring soul and flesh much like a sugary snack.

Tongue delving with rhyming noises began crooning from agape jaws lined in rose.

Elegant roots planted upon the side of marble face, cradling much like a rounded fruit.
Feast until you had your fill, a buffet of the emotion called love.

Leave naught but the framework of who you once loved, an exhausted shell.

So that your specter moves on to the next beautiful fruit that catches your eye.