Bad Influence

Am I a bad influence?

Am I evil in some way?

Have I misguided you my Babygirl?

Have I lead you astray?

Is what we do wrong?

Is God to punish us for sin?

Are our desires to be curtailed?

Should we give in?

Am I a bad influence?

Probably I’d say.

Am I going to cave to a perceived moral right?

Fuck no! No fucking way!

Wrong or right I love you,

Our hearts guide our path.

Right or wrong I adore you,

I don’t care if my influence is bad.

Your Anus My Captor

Bend yourself over,

Show me your arse.

Get my blood flowing,

Set your line, cast.

Draw me in,

Capture my lust.

Net what you need,

Take in that first thrust.

Slick as it slides,

Out and then in.

Your anus my captor,

Capturing my sins. 

Moaning pleasure,

Our cries of delight.

Cumming together,

Not trying to fight.

Releasing all,

Unbridled and free.

Your arse filled,

By me as you need.

If Lust Is Such A Sin

If lust is such a sin,

Why does it come ready built in?

Why are we born,

With a desperate need to follow the faun?

If lust is such a sin,

Why does it precede love at the beginning?

Why does arousal come first?

That desire, that unquenchable thirst.

If lust is such a sin,

We’re doomed to fall to the animal within.

For all it’s in our true nature, 

Lust is a part of what ever God made you.

Alive Under Your Skin

My eyes on the cracked wall
A chart across the world
And I must really focus
From head to toe
That’s all I need to know
You left a trail of lust behind
Clouding my days
Vapors that try and bring consciousness
But I prefer my daze
Living in this haze
And so I skip and jump
I admit I need a bump
It feels like…
There’s a stone in my shoe
Every step is a miss
Landing on only one foot
And I want you
I want you so bad
But my oh my…
Your meaty-OR
Flashing across my sky
Dropping those starry bits
Those milky signals
And I know we are for certain
Because…
Underneath your curtain
Is where I’ve crawled
I’m alive under your skin
Warm and free from my sin