Temptation etched into your skin,
The path we strayed for our piece of sin.
Hour after hour of wanton lust,
Not because we choose, but because we must.
You’re under my skin, I’m deep into yours.
Me your fantasy, your very own whore.
Take me, ride me, your dildo that bleeds.
Wring my cock dry for that bloom of seed.
And all I’ll ask, promise me one thing alone,
That you are mine, if I’m yours to own.