'We're Dead, We Know Just Who We Are'
I can feel you like a herd of gristly saints Crawling up my thighs Children at play, when the lights are off And when I’m on I’ll take you in a little more Open your mouth a little more Teethe on your flesh a little more When the feathers descend, I’ll carve your lungs As each lifeless bone struggles for that dampness Regurgitate your taste As Lucifer wailing on his knees and elbows Even God will feel me as I come When all life breaks in proceeding, When every pulse shrieks, As my breasts in gripping Calmly I declare my cravings further And you may die... You may be born once again Yet even in hell, I’ll still have youlate night "eroticas" lol :) Written February 3rd, 2002 © on Feb 02 2002 04:21 PM PST 18 • 0 • 16
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"I can feel you like a herd of gristly saints..."