Literature
A Prey's Lament (Vore Day Poem)
There is a feeling I hide
Far from the light of the sun
An impulsive desire, a miserable need,
To give myself up, another to feed,
And be, for a moment, one
With the being I'm inside
I don't know why I feel this
It's been this way all my life
Why does it happen? Why am I strange?
Am I somehow a danger? Am I deranged?
Ironic how I can feel such strife
Over a thing that gives me bliss...
At first, when I was a child
Naive, I could see no wrong
Only the comfort, only the hugs,
Only the warmth of being so snug,
And for years that felt so long
My thoughts on this were mild
But years passed, and I slowly grew,
Soon I found out what they saw in m
