confessions of a cannibal lover

Actually, I don't know if this is poem, or just really flowery prose. :D()

Cannibal Lover
And while I want you, hunger for
You, wish that I could marinate
You in sesame oil and coriander.

Gleefully bake that luscious body of
Yours in my smoldering oven of a heart. Then ping,
You are Done. Finished.
Perfection of a Creation from some immaculate being.

I dress
You in mint, hint of chocolate sprinkles and dig in.
Smoothness, I take you in.
Your hands, just the right tenderness;
Your face is flawless, no uneveness of texture.

Ah, the prized cranium.
While I imagine,
You struggling under a table, drugged
with morphine,
Your shaved glorious head exposed for all the
World to see and I will ea-

That aside, I leave nothing.
I consume you wholly.