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My merciless Lady

I am the guilty, you say  
who leads you into temptation  
you claim that I am the one  
who drags you  
in this abyss of sin  
  
but do not worry  
the priest will forgive you  
there is always redemption  
for a rich lady of your caste  
the Catholic Mercy  
  
I am who deserve the punishment  
and your true contempt  
I just hate you  
hate your hypocrisy  
a perfect relationship  
until the self-destruction  
  
I know what you're looking for  
when you turn around me  
like a cruel feline  
to hunt for the prey  
  
I know what you want  
when you shout to me:  
"Despicable Loser!"  
you sit on my lap  
pretend to kiss  
and instead you bite me  
  
you know how to do  
to make me lose my temper  
and since I detest you  
with a slap I throw you  
to the ground straight  
  
You find the composure  
with icy calm  
you sit on the couch  
wiping your blood  
by the Chanel red lips  
with the back of the hand  
  
You look at me grimly  
and with a grin  
You open your legs  
ordering:  
"come over here dog!"  
you show me the way  
patting with sly  
on your inner treasure  
  
Easter turns you on  
good wine and great food  
with your husband and friends  
while Christ dripping with blood  
dying on the cross  
  
wishful eyes show off  
with the candle in hand  
procession with veils of lace  
tight skirt, high heels  
and stockings with the line  
  
black mourning de rigueur  
kiss the Redeemer bloody feet  
Then you excited come to me  
"I thought of you ..."  
you whispers  
"I'm soaking wet!"  
  
2)  
  
So between your thighs  
I thrust my face  
why should I resist?  
I dedicate myself to lick  
with the appropriate skills  
  
since I am the dog  
to which you wrap  
the belt around his neck  
to start the game  
I have taught to you  
and you have learned so well  
  
you do not give a fuck  
to dominate or not  
of romantic gothic atmosphere  
or the darkness of psyche  
  
Only you know that you have to tighten  
so that I'll push it in rigth  
well at the top and in depth  
to the paradise of pleasure  
where no one before  
had never taken you  
  
I drew back the shiny pants  
and I slam it into  
straight in your feverish heat  
I impales you  
full weight lifting you  
squashing you against the wall  
  
you pull the strap strongly  
encircling my waist with your legs  
I harpies you wondering  
which of us is trapped  
you losing control  
pull me by the neck  
  
I penetrate you harshly  
more deep that I can  
you shrug your head  
and shake your hips  
a salmon against the tide  
I can not breathe  
you do not stop squeeze  
  
We fall to the ground  
where we reach the orgasm  
while you strangle me brutally  
"Ad aeternam" you murmur  
in a culture display  
  
I look in to your eyes  
arrogant brilliant dark flames  
"Ad nauseam" I replied  
gasping losing consciousness  
and the world fade away.
Written by Luca (Luca Della Casa)
Published | Edited 23rd Jan 2012
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