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.

Give That Feeling Now

Send me into rapture,

Give what I crave.

Give what only you have,

Give me depraved.

Bring me that feeling,

That gut churning surge.

That overwhelming need,

That pulsating urge.

Deliver unto me,

Feeling your way inside.

Feeling primal impulses,

Feeling what we hide.

Absorb the fruits of your labour,

Now take your reward.

Now suck up what you’ve created,

Now but wanting more.