Innocence

I can’t remember innocence,

I once had it of that I’m sure.

That’s before I found pornography,

And a whole lot more behind that door.

I wonder if you can remember?

When you were whiter than white can be.

I wonder if you’ve forgotten it,

Or are your memories horny just like me?

In some ways I guess it’s sad,

That sex plays such a role in our lives.

In some ways I’m so glad,

Cos I love fucking I cannot deny.

So I’m not mourning my innocence’s loss,

Cos truly I’d rather the way we are.

I’m going to celebrate our sex,

And how it helps my wanting heart.

I Take Innocence

I take innocence

Tear it apart in despair

I grasp it in fist

A handful of hair

I fill its mouth

With the lust hung between my thighs

I fuck its face

Revelling in its tear filled eyes

I use it to feed

My blackened soul

I need it more and more

To make me feel whole

I take innocence

In its pure sweetest form

And fuck into into hell

Unto me the whore is born