Caligula Rules

Cheapskate perfume soils sweat-strapped ambience, Crippled, choked extractor fan despair, Palms dripping moisture cling to greased pale hips, Swaying on the shag-pile threading bare. Urgent urge to strip her body down, take her there, Mercy straining leash-growling agony; The desecrate of love, sweet picture perfect face, Rigours of ******, ransack and obscenity. Frenzied trespass of liquid rosebud lips, Seed shot trails upon her florid loveliness, Eyes blind with seminal cataracts, Rampage of a penile-bred excess. Sick and stupid, strangled cupid, Neck wrung until the lifeblood cools, Discard of carcase and damn the morrow's judgement, A king of fools whom Caligula rules.