Legend of folklore
The potent thorn off the vine
Enchantress of seducing sexuality, hiding her true anima
A demon queen making you frightened, she is wicked
Lurking in the haunting darkness
She is nameless but so beautiful
Turning dreams to fear
Lying naked on her blossoming bed
Dwelling in hellified penetration
Succubus, Lilith of light
In the akin entering carvined ice, spreading the seed
This is are relationship in which I've made a sacrifice
She makes my body paralyzed
Unable to break free of it but it's what I have to do
Will I pay the price
She gives me what I want
I give her what I need
Controlling me
Tasting the vile sporn for her amusement
Till I'm reduced to a puppet screaming
Going down in flames to a wench
The sicking stiring
Signing on the dotted line
Making a deal in my own blood
I wanna take this night slow
I wanna take you home
I wanna see what’s underneath your cloak
I wanna kiss your lips, watch the world explode
I wanna watch the way you strip down
Glisten underneath the moonlight
The way your hands touch my face makes me love you more
You back up slow, crawl on your knees
An erotic stare through my soul
Lick your lips that’s so cold
The lust between us burns, but I keep craving more and more
I love the way you make the rules
Hours of pleasure seeping my lips
Wetness, are skin rubs causing friction
Gazing in your eyes, just listen
I love your taste, so sweet, makes my tongue feel subdued
You make me feel insane, the way you moan from orgasmic sensation
Take your time we have all night until the candle lights burn out
I feel warm tonight, you mark my back, and you have laid your mark
I bite rose lips and lick your sporn
Satisfaction of this love reaching its climax
Ejaculating all are being
Into the final closer, all has been sucked dry
Now sleep the night away underneath the glow of the moon
Standing on the street corners with nothing to do,
Spitting, shouting, smoking whilst drinking taboo,
No money but wishing and pouncing fags,
People assume they the sporn of the council estate hags,
Crack heads, Scag heads everyones opinion,
People know nothing they only just seen them,
But what lies within the true soul you ask,
Many dreams and ambition but scarred of rejection under their dark mask,
Lots kids who speak out in blasphomy to saviour attention,
Tried it at school, ended in dismissal or suspension,
Everything costs money and these kids are so bored,
Retailers brought out computers not something these kids can afford,
But now people moan about this technology being sold,
Kids play too much? The arguments are getting old!
You mock these kids, does it make you feel better?
Explain it to parliament and put it in your snobby little letter,
How can they learn morals when you have opinionated them?
How can they respect society when society don't respect them?