Taken you to my room to feel you gently

Caressing your shell, your cover

The last defense against unsavory ilk.

“Open me” you speak “indulge in me,” you say

“You are enough, I love you already” in response, a fleeting statement

We sit in wonder while you lean over to me

“Let me out of my box, my shell, my cover”

Told to be a consumer

And I will consume it

I thought to myself “Just do it.” and do it I did.