It’s not enough anymore. Now that I’ve had a full-sized bite, now that the juices of that love have trickled down my throat and mouth as I bit into its tender flesh, my fingers sticky with it, my palate dancing with its taste, my heart thundering to the joy of it, I am ravenous. I want more. I cannot subsist on crumbs anymore. I need it all. I need all of him, or I’ll die.
