This whores song is taxing

I'll stain the floor with lust.
grate tongue with flesh
and drowned in thrust.

chip away molten eyes wishin,
crumble crumble.
shave brats inhibition.

you want flowers?
(flogged with a leather rose bouquet)
cuffs too tight?
(straps and buckles cinch tighter)
"I'm leaking"
this alley cat saucers up desire.

perspiration is proof in the pudding,
I dip my finger in her bowl before the oven.

is that pain in her "please!"?
collecting scratched flesh under fingernails
I dissolve in her disease,
but not before dismantle.
consumed you to the neck.
breathe macho?
extinguished dripping candles.