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The Wicked Desires of Venom Dripping Cunts
Like a moon spelled beast she howls in the night
For carnal lust in fucks of forbidden delights
To kiss the crown of the head of godless
Ringmasters of bastard sons left in death's embrace
Wicked fruits dipped in pure chocolate sin
Taste so good on forked tongues wishing to begin
She lays spread open, ready, loose but taunt
Smell of desire with her venom dripping cunt
Crucifix dripping with sin
Upon the altar she grins
In those houses of fame
Desecrating holy names
When the clock strikes midnight
The raven takes to her flight
Beneath the stars, appalling
At the bell, lust comes calling
Pure born mistress with Transylvanian grace
Setting slaves to work, the branding of the face
Marred to perfection in her twisted eyes
As moistened fingers probe gently between her thighs
She cums
Eagerly
On satin sheets
Stained and torn
She cums
Splendidly
On Satan's tip
Stained with scorn
Thirteen black candles illuminate the room
As this nightmarish creature howls at the moon
Arcane necromantics on thriving flesh
As the undead masses gather for her caress
The devil's orgasmic moaning let's loose the juice
Of forbidden fruit hanging from the noose
She sighs in satisfaction, Mistress of the Hunt
The wicked desire of venom dripping cunts
For carnal lust in fucks of forbidden delights
To kiss the crown of the head of godless
Ringmasters of bastard sons left in death's embrace
Wicked fruits dipped in pure chocolate sin
Taste so good on forked tongues wishing to begin
She lays spread open, ready, loose but taunt
Smell of desire with her venom dripping cunt
Crucifix dripping with sin
Upon the altar she grins
In those houses of fame
Desecrating holy names
When the clock strikes midnight
The raven takes to her flight
Beneath the stars, appalling
At the bell, lust comes calling
Pure born mistress with Transylvanian grace
Setting slaves to work, the branding of the face
Marred to perfection in her twisted eyes
As moistened fingers probe gently between her thighs
She cums
Eagerly
On satin sheets
Stained and torn
She cums
Splendidly
On Satan's tip
Stained with scorn
Thirteen black candles illuminate the room
As this nightmarish creature howls at the moon
Arcane necromantics on thriving flesh
As the undead masses gather for her caress
The devil's orgasmic moaning let's loose the juice
Of forbidden fruit hanging from the noose
She sighs in satisfaction, Mistress of the Hunt
The wicked desire of venom dripping cunts
Published 7th Apr 2014
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7th Apr 2014 6:50am
I love this dark twisted tale of desire and lust.. wicked perfection!!! with respect Crim
7th Apr 2014 4:37pm
7th Apr 2014 12:51pm
Damn Hades, you've written
a dark and seductive write
here.
I think only the darkest and
most perverted of deviants
can look upon its gracious
words. Lol
Fucking awesome... Pan
a dark and seductive write
here.
I think only the darkest and
most perverted of deviants
can look upon its gracious
words. Lol
Fucking awesome... Pan
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