Sex Monster

 Sometimes the sex monster rattles against it's chains
It craves to run wild and rabid
To leave teeth marks on your skin
To leave hot seed on your surfaces
To slicken unshaven face with your wet provocation
To clad tongue in your damp musk
To feature lust in finger-bruises along your thighs and buttocks
To rail and tantrum inside of your moist and greedy breach
To gather tightly your busty stack
To score your name into the ceiling
And wear your scent in satisfied conquest