Familiar Torment (no love needed)

She comes to me, plentiful yet differently
Slim, skinny, curvacious women with
Blonde, red, brunette, black Locke's and...
Why does it feel the same each moment?
Everytime they handle me differently
Though...now...ecstacy shallow cement

Supple lips that glide over every inch of me
And as I close my eyes to the sensuality
Torment stares through the forbidden.
Feelings so familiar, far less has changed too...

Creeping secrets that crawls my soul closer to hell
A journey filled with silky fires of immoral grace.

Just cry behind sadness and smile with tears.