Sweet Defeat

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.

Enslaved

Enslaved by lust,

Enslaved by you.

Below the light,

In the dark just us two.

My queen of the night,

The captor of my sin.

Taking me to a darker place,

Where time stands still.

To build with fire,

The essence, the cosmic seed.

Secrets of the flesh,

Through our communion set free.

Enslaved by lust,

Enslaved by you.

What else is there on earth,

That speaks more truth?

The Z in Beast

Z rears his ugly head,

He wants nothing but you on his bed.

He’s sacrilegious, a deviant pervert,

So please beware, please be alert.

He wants to push things into you.

He wants an object to do what he’ll do.

He wants pleasure, just for himself.

If you get it too, that’s luck you’ve been dealt.

For deep inside he’s nothing but lust.

Like an elephant in season, the season of must.

He wants his fix, his sweet lil miss.

He wants to corrupt, to use you as his.

He’s selfish, he may even be evil?

He’ll stop at nothing, in pleasure’s retrieval.

Folding you, binding you, whipping your arse.

Dressing you up into roles that he’ll cast.

So understand what vile creature’s within.

The beast with his tools, delivering sin.

The corruptor wanting what he sees.

The Beast wanting his girl serving his needs.