Adam

Spoiled, fondled by the hands of many women, I came upon you by chance, young Adam.
And before I could lay my mouth on yours, you begged me, with the pale tender face of the tenderest lily:
Don't bite me, don't bite me.
I saw that your body was completely covered with teeth marks.
Trembling, I bit into you.
You flared your thin nostrils, and edged closer to me like a burning horizon against a field.