Decadent type

I’m the decadent type
Full of lustful hype

Favouring writhing flesh
To soul bearing sash

I always take pleasure
At frantic leisure

I live for the bad things
This angel lacking wings

I take what I need
And give without greed

I drink whiskey from the bottle
And fuck at full throttle

A lover of breasts
And worshipper of the rest

I leave women screaming
Or longingly dreaming

I’m a damaged soul
A product of life’s toll

A down trodden wretch
A silver tongued letch

I’m the lustful type
Full of decadent hype.