Like tree taking root,
You pierced my soul.
Your love sought succour,
I’m my fertile soil.
And there symbiotic,
We flourished and bloomed.
Season after season
A perennial love wild, unpruned.
Author: Beast
My Mysogynistic Urge
My misogynistic urge for what’s between your thighs.
Is what drags me down to hell, back up to heaven’s heights.
My misogynistic urge for what’s between your ears.
Is what drives my imagination, knowing we have no fear.
My misogynistic urge for what’s in store for us.
Is what drives our need for a filthy fuck.
My misogynistic urge for your needs to be met.
Is what gets my cock hard and your cunt wet.
Enough Love
Enough love,
Let’s just fuck.
Let’s get lost,
In a sea of wanton lust.
Enough love
Let fetish free.
Be my slut,
Get on your knees.
Enough love,
Let’s have some fun.
Bend that arse over,
Pull open those buns.
Enough love,
Let’s just fuck.
Let’s get lost,
In a sea of wanton lust.
If I Could
If I could, I’d kiss your lips.
You’d feel my soul upon tongue’s tip.
If I could, I’d stroke your skin.
You’d feel my heart, what I hold within.
If I could, I’d open you up.
You’d feel true passion, feel true love.
If I could, I’d hold you tight.
You’d feel all I have, you’d feel me, all night.