| A nice morbid setting, black satin sheets, empty wine glasses, eternity flashes in our minds, blood dripping, so divine. Hang from the vine, my precious fruit. I'm going to pick you, my little ripe cherry. Nothing anyone says matters. Something has to give, I'm pushing myself in, and pulling you into the paper thin caress of chest, hips are pressed tight, and the whips dangleing with the knife. Blood soaked roses beside the bed, fire warming inside our heads, bodies heated, hunger of lust is fed, both of us are done with the skins we shed. Two black hearted snakes that only want to take. One another, feeling the pressure of pleasing each other. Blood soaked roses dripping with sin, blood soaked roses beside the slaves pin. Blood soaked roses covered in cum, blood soaked roses rubbing against your breast bud. We'll roll off of the bed with a thud, as I'm driven deeper inside the mark. Remove the excess, just spread those legs, and open wide, give me access, To the cavern of ease. Moonlight shineing through the window, curtains swaying with a cold breeze, chilling sweating bodies, shivering as you take it all in, all of this fucking sin. I love it. I want to say I love you, but I'm not pushing my luck. So lets just dub it a fuck. |
