Darkest Lust

I run my fingers down your throat,
touch your hot skin with my tongue.
Shaking off the heavy load
of feelings I supressed so long.

Your burning eyes, your ruby lips,
your icy skin, your hair like flame,
every touch of your fingertips
tell me, temptation is your game.

I want to make your poor soul bleed,
my darkest lust to feed.
Your sweet heart apart I tear,
make you cry, your voice to hear.

My whole body seems to burn,
don’t know, if I will ever learn,
that whatever women tell,
in the end it’s living hell.

Run your fingers down my neck!
Whisper all, I want to hear!
Push your nails into my back!
Lay down with me, dear, have no fear!

You have made my poor soul bleed,
your darkest lust to feed.
My whole live you’ve torn apart,
left me with a broken heart.

All the world now seems to burn,
don’t know, if I will ever learn,
temptation is, what women tell
and in the end it’s living hell.

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