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Pulp Erotica
I. Allow Me
[a taboo tale]
You're just
a breath away...
Allow me,
to shift
a little closer
to you
and for once,
trust the natural
instinct of these limbs
struggling
to glide their way
(on you)
to your satisfaction
(I know forbidden
is what you want)
Let me do it
my way this time...
Allow me,
to mold myself
to be the vessel
of your desire
and let me grind away
all the cravings
you have for sin
and transform them
to something more
powerful. (love)
But you have to allow me
to show it to you
Don't leave me bound
like this...
II. Nikita
[a (bi)curious love chant]
I shiver everytime
I hear them call your name...
Nikita--
I recognize those stare
(lifeless, stone cold...)
as you try to hide them
with the harsh glare
of those flashing neonlights
and spotlights
striking grotesquesly
against those
overly exposed skin
Nikita--
I recognize those stare
(lifeless, stone cold...)
though it doesn't match
that face
those skin
that body--
just too damn beautiful
to be in this
disgusting place
Nikita--
I recognize those stare
(lifeless, stone cold...)
as I sulk here
in the corner of this club
with one of those bastards
who ruined our kind,
smoking my lungs dead
and getting myself wasted
with the thoughts of you
Nikita--
gliding and grinding
on top of my mind...
[a taboo tale]
You're just
a breath away...
Allow me,
to shift
a little closer
to you
and for once,
trust the natural
instinct of these limbs
struggling
to glide their way
(on you)
to your satisfaction
(I know forbidden
is what you want)
Let me do it
my way this time...
Allow me,
to mold myself
to be the vessel
of your desire
and let me grind away
all the cravings
you have for sin
and transform them
to something more
powerful. (love)
But you have to allow me
to show it to you
Don't leave me bound
like this...
II. Nikita
[a (bi)curious love chant]
I shiver everytime
I hear them call your name...
Nikita--
I recognize those stare
(lifeless, stone cold...)
as you try to hide them
with the harsh glare
of those flashing neonlights
and spotlights
striking grotesquesly
against those
overly exposed skin
Nikita--
I recognize those stare
(lifeless, stone cold...)
though it doesn't match
that face
those skin
that body--
just too damn beautiful
to be in this
disgusting place
Nikita--
I recognize those stare
(lifeless, stone cold...)
as I sulk here
in the corner of this club
with one of those bastards
who ruined our kind,
smoking my lungs dead
and getting myself wasted
with the thoughts of you
Nikita--
gliding and grinding
on top of my mind...
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