Kiss of the Harlot
Who wouldn't want to share on her bed,
Where the secret way through heaven hid.
Her fiery eyes will bring you to her dungeon.
Make every man enslaved to her crimson lips.
Standing mouth quite opened,
inviting slave to have a taste.
A luscious breath that teases him...
Awakened the senses of every dead.
Li'l by little she moves around,
Offers a nectar to quench her man.
One step closer she starts to caress,
Sending her victim in a midst of bliss.
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