I would let you

Wrap your tentacles 

Around my soul 

In a tight embrace.

And as you squeeze it

You'd fill up the holes of

Surface craters dripping

Sweet and sour waters.

You're digging for the core

Of my surrendered being 

From opposite directions,

You seem to have that reach.

And I would allow you

To rip me up in pieces 

Just so I could watch you

Devour my remains.