Creative Writing

If I could just eat a little bit of her. Maybe gnaw on her fingertips, or peel away the top layer of flesh from her neck, I think I would be satiated. I’ve never known hunger like this before. Like my belly has been hollowed out from the inside. Involuntarily, I lick my lips. I reach out my tongue and lick her cool skin. I shudder with the sensation of it, the taste. I go in for a bite.