Sex with a Psychotic Virgin
If I could have anyone, would it be me?
If I could fuck myself---
Oh, I already do.
The crazies in my head beckon,
another day-shit down the crapper.
You wanna fuck me? I bite.
I don’t think you’re ready for Love,
At least not what I’m packing in my pants.
Oooooooh, common and fuck me,
See if I care.
What’s a scream and what’s a moan,
For a shit head like you?
Oh sure I’ve never done it before,
But isn’t this the moment,
The moment I’ve played out in my head for so long?
You don’t want me,
And you definitely don’t want to see me naked,
But I figured I’d tell what sex with a psychotic virgin,
Is really like.
Scratching, tearing, screaming, yelling,
The pain you cause in every tendril of my body,
Is only matched by the marking of my territory,
The illicit ripping of your back-flesh.
Pleasure and pain,
Were never so skillfully paired.
I want every inch of you to encompass me,
Grabbing what I can and pulling it tighter to me.
You try to scream out,
But your whimpers of fear go unnoticed.
You reach for every crevice of my being,
All in desperate attempts to satisfy my lustful hunger.
There is no hope for you,
The smell of sweat and feel of human leather,
They all engulf me in insane rushes of ultimate pleasure.
In this moment, there is no me nor you.
Just a bundle of whining flesh rocking in a sea of cotton and silk.
Give up, for you are finally mine.
And oh yea, if only such would happen,
In a perfect world lacking such a chaotic god.
And if only I were true to my words,
And not the pussy my mask vainly attempts to hide.
If I could fuck myself---
Oh, I already do.
The crazies in my head beckon,
another day-shit down the crapper.
You wanna fuck me? I bite.
I don’t think you’re ready for Love,
At least not what I’m packing in my pants.
Oooooooh, common and fuck me,
See if I care.
What’s a scream and what’s a moan,
For a shit head like you?
Oh sure I’ve never done it before,
But isn’t this the moment,
The moment I’ve played out in my head for so long?
You don’t want me,
And you definitely don’t want to see me naked,
But I figured I’d tell what sex with a psychotic virgin,
Is really like.
Scratching, tearing, screaming, yelling,
The pain you cause in every tendril of my body,
Is only matched by the marking of my territory,
The illicit ripping of your back-flesh.
Pleasure and pain,
Were never so skillfully paired.
I want every inch of you to encompass me,
Grabbing what I can and pulling it tighter to me.
You try to scream out,
But your whimpers of fear go unnoticed.
You reach for every crevice of my being,
All in desperate attempts to satisfy my lustful hunger.
There is no hope for you,
The smell of sweat and feel of human leather,
They all engulf me in insane rushes of ultimate pleasure.
In this moment, there is no me nor you.
Just a bundle of whining flesh rocking in a sea of cotton and silk.
Give up, for you are finally mine.
And oh yea, if only such would happen,
In a perfect world lacking such a chaotic god.
And if only I were true to my words,
And not the pussy my mask vainly attempts to hide.