attn: Souflikar

I can cut you in half or rip you apart,
exposing your delicate, red, beating heart
But I'll cut that too, if I'm giving fair warning.
It'll probably cease to exist in the morning.
And so with my small executioner's hand,
things heat up quickly. This never gets bland.
A small, futile squeak is heard going in,
as I'm cutting and slashing your pink, porous skin.
I greedily lick up your entrails and smile-
it's just you and I, all alone for a while.
Outside our window, it's barren and freezing,
but your warm, effeminate blood is too pleasing.
As I'm drawing the curtains and shutting the blinds,
you quiver in silence, O Grapefruit of mine.