' 'sinner' 'lust' hardcore sex' 'pleasure' 'spirituality''magnum opus'
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Fantasizing about you comin through in a see-through toga. I bet I'll stretched your back the fuck out. Like I was teaching you yoga. Gone right ahead and think it's a game. By the end of the night. You gonna be puttin some respect on my name.
Dam she came through in a see-through toga. I stretched that pussy the fuck out like I was teaching her yoga. You sexy pretty face bitch you thought it was a game. Now put some respect on my name. And take this pleasure mixed wit pain.
Alone. That's how it started, I suppose. Wrapped in cold sheets, under a city on fire stuck in shadows of repose.
To my love, i am like a king with no crown a knight with no honor a warrior with no praise a smith with no hammer, a child with no toy, a brain with no thought, like a woman that is childless.
So I ask, what good is a picture, that doesn't speak? What good is a mouth, if it is only used to devour? Then I proceed to ask, what good is a "man" who knows not, when to hold his tongue?
Roses are red, silent as a mouse your doors unlocked im inside your house, go in the basement is someone there cuz I'm pretty sure I'm hiding downn there. In the darkest corner of the room I will be there watching you.
Love sick since i got bit by the lust bug At the sight of a passed out bitch Home alone in the crib I lick my lips Like munchies after a spliff