>Go on, taste me.

I Will

>Just my fingers. Go ON.

Must I stop, there? I'm on I'm on I'm ON!

>They're sweet.

Sweet. Yes.

>verra verra sweet.

verra verra indeed.

> You can nibble,

yes, I can.

>but don't bite..

you tease.

> I still need to coat everything in choclate

I still need to coat you in ecstasy

>and i'd prefer no bleeding wounds just yet.

the real wounds never bled a'tall

>My hands usually taste a bit like nicotine and a little like my lavendar soap.

My hands still shake from the caffeine, and that lump's still stuck in my throat...

>This is a treat.

All things are a treat to those who know just how to partake...

>You know..

yes, I do.

>for easter.

for death and rebirth.

>The holiday I don't care about built around a god I don't believe in.

A holiday I care about, stolen by a god I don't believe in.

>But I bake and make confections too well to be just left the hell alone about it.

Bake and be baked. Your sweetest confection is raw.

>Ah well. At least I can make people taste me.

taste, revel, wallow like a pig in mud. consume.

>not something I can normally accomplish.

not something you normally attempt.