My angel in my clutch,
bending that which is holy and fair,
twisting it with severe strength and wicked nature,
destroying the halo above her head with pure evil pleasure.
Beaten, bled, broken, fed pain.
Painted, near dead, stolen, my token, she drives me insane.
Darkness now in her wings,
following up is her smooth skin,
dawning now on each digit, a silver ring,
molded from the metal blasphemous symbols.
Fucked, brutalized, violated, desecrated,
vaginally opened, anally ripped.
Pure pressure without mercy,
show my Angelic temptress loving brutality.
Face me, look in these eyes,
feel the pleasure rise to the sky, so good you’re about to die.
Forever mine, laid out on the line,
just in the knick of time,
made for me, perfectly spread to see,
delectable juices flowing freely.
Raped by her owner daily,
taught lessons through severity,
soon did she learn to call me master,
time to tear her apart, even faster!
Harder, meaner, carelessly brutal. |
