Dark sex and lost souls

Dark sex and lost souls
 
Waiting in the graveyard, she sits there all alone, waiting for the Prince of darkness, to get off his mighty throne.
 
The coldness surrounds her, the Dew is in the air, she will wait for Satan, she'll wait till he gets there.
 
The gravestones are cracked and old, in a distance there's an Owl, the smell death is everywhere its evil and its foul.
 
But she has decided to sell her soul, to him she wants to give, in return she wants eternal life, so forever she will live.
 
Then she hears a rumble, the sound of cloven hoofs. Noise of creatures running scared, birds take flight from roofs.
 
Standing there before her, Satan takes the form of man, he pulls her towards him, she wished that she had ran  
 
He kisses her with passion, he grips her arms so tight, "Give me your soul my sweet, you'll never win this fight".
 
Fear has her frozen, her heart beats her ample chest, Satan looks down at her and whispers "Iam the very best"
 
The buttons fly off her blouse, her bra it does the same, he sinks his teeth into her flesh, blood oozes from a vein.
 
He's sucking on her nipples, the tongue it does a dance, she glides off to ecstasy, he has her in a trance.
 
Lifting on to a grave, lays her on the cold uneven stone, his hands go to her panties, she's chilled right to the bone.
 
His gnarly fingers grope around until the find some lace, he rips them off in one tug and puts them on his face..
 
He smelled so many pussies, some old, some used, some new, but this one is a Virgin, this pussy is brand new.
 
He lowers his horned head, his tongue it starts to flick, running circles on her clit seems to do the trick.
 
Her juices start to flow, there is no turning back, Satan has her in his grasp and he's eating out her crack.
 
She soon fall into time, he sets the Devils pace, fingers diving deep inside, she looks down to see his face.
 
All she sees are Goat shaped horns, and a wrinkly head, her souls is his forever more but at least she wont be dead.
 
Then he pulls her to the edge, he spreads her very wide, he guides his mighty penis, and shoves it deep inside.
 
His goat like legs are thrusting him, with a force that is so great, pain and passion all at once, she should not have tempted fate.
 
Staying in a graveyard at midnight was not the thing to do, trying to invoke Saturn, calling him to you.
 
Now the king has you, your body he now owns, another concubine for him, to pray around his throne.
 
Faster he begins to push, his grip so tight you bleed, he's Satan he dont give a shit, he wants to plant his seed.
 
You feel him burst into you, you hope no seed will grow, a Son of evil might be there, one month I guess you'll know
 
He pulls away and turns his back, now the pact is done, he'll return again when he is called, to claim another one.
 
 
Ron