Loved by a cannibal

If I were to be beloved by any one,

I would want to be beloved by a cannibal.

For only then, can I hold their affection in the highest regard.

When they proclaim that my flesh

Is tender and fragrant,

That my form is delightful,

That my body is a delicious feast to their senses

I can believe them without doubt.

For only a maneater who hungers for me in every way

Could possibly treat my body with the care it deserves,

A succulent cut of steak

To be savored and cherished.