I taste your essence,
As my tongue slips in.
I taste your soul,
I taste its sin.
I lap it up greedily,
For it feeds my black soul.
If it were possible,
I’d eat you whole.
I taste wanton lust,
As you spill it and cum.
I taste satisfaction,
It tells me I’ve won.
I lick up every drop,
For this victory’s sweet.
The prize I now possess?
Your orgasm taken in sweet defeat.
Sweet Defeat
