Twisted
My mind is a twisted place,
a carnival of sin
and should you ever see its face
beware when you step in.
I can unleash a primal need,
a venture at its best
as I submit to you on my knees
and offer you no rest.
Step into my world of play,
fear, not its erotic whim
dive with both feet completely in
for its sin, in which you swim.
As pleasure boast upon your lips,
it's hard to get your fill
shall I be your daring ink
and you, my lustful quill?
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