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.

If We Could Have

If we could have, we would have,
We’d have fucked today.
We’d have removed all the need,
We’d have held it at bay.

But we can’t cos I’m not there.
Some days just don’t feel fair.
Some days hurt, cos I miss you.
But I know you miss me too.

If we could have, we would have,
We’d have fucked today.
We’d have removed all the need,
We’d have held it at bay.

We’d have quelled our inner need.
Probably realised a few dreams. Probably fallen in love again.
We’d have taken sanity out of insane.

If we could have, we would have,
We’d have fucked today.
But we know we can’t.
And it’ll be okay.

Our World

When we don’t have what we want,
It’s hard.
When we can’t get what we need,
It’s hard.
When our lives conspire to let us down,
It’s hard.
When our stars just weren’t aligned,
It’s hard.
But we should be thankful nonetheless,
Be grateful for what we have.
Appreciate the blessings blown our way,
Be grateful for what we have.
Hopeful that much more is one the way,
Be grateful for what we have.
Content that the world will deliver our request,
And be grateful for what we have.

Words Of Pure Sin

I want you to read my words,

I want them to get you wet.

I want you to imagine me,

Giving what the type sets.

I want you to dance, to revel,

To delve within heart and flesh.

To drag out deep seated lusts,

That I know your head contests.

I want you to show me,

To show my labours bore fruit.

I want to see you in sinful flight,

I do not want to see you cute.

I want your fingers working,

Hand thrusting false phallus in.

I want you crying my name as you cum,

Inspired by my words of pure sin.