Consumed in a kiss

He was lying down, peacefully. His arms and legs stretched, completely relaxed. His warm skin against the cold ceramic sent waves of serenity through his body. He knew life was short, so he would enjoy it while he could.

She entered the room and stopped when she noticed his presence. His scent was all around the room, clouding her mind. Why was he there, anyways? All alone, in a place he didn't belong to; yet he looked so happy, with a clumsy smile drawn on his face.
His dark skin seemed so tender, his soft breaths calling her.

He saw her since the moment she had came in. He was well aware of the effects he produced on people, no mattering their gender. Why he knew this was a mystery. He just happened to know. He remained still, completely immobile. He would let her do all the work.

She approached him with extreme caution. Softly, she pressed her finger against his arm, almost poking at him. He didn't move. Why would he? Doing her best, she grabbed him by the arm and lifted him. He looked so fragile. She inhaled his sweet aroma and gently kissed him on the forehead.

He fainted at her touch. Her fingers now clutching his arm, almost causing him pain. If he could only feel it. When she kissed him he smiled again. Life was indeed too short for all of them.

He was prepared to embrace his death.

She bit him hardly. Crunching his skin, his body turning into crumbles. She broke his bones and flesh and tore him apart. She craved for him. She wanted more. He smelled like chocolate.
Half his smile was gone. He had closed his eyes and would never open them again.
Bit by bit, she took his arms, his legs, his head. She chew all of him, finishing with his chest, savouring every part of the dough he was made of.

She remained there, still with his chocolate-taste in her mouth. Yet she wanted more.
She stood up, picked up the ceramic plate and went to the kitchen for a hunt.

Made with love, from the sugar and dough
Slowly formed and born within the fire
Fresh, alive yet still, awaiting the end;

For there is no bigger pleasure in life
Than to be consumed with a kiss
Bit by bit.