test me

i love the sound of orchestrated cry's
and the torture you feel confusing your sighs
filling my fantasies with audible screams
and drugging my veins with the taste of your bloodstream

yearning desires ravaged pleading needs
to rip apart tastefully the will of my greed
and lose my self inside your naked chained body
to expose shear pleasure received from pain being naughty

is it my fault you awoke contorted in pain?
is it my fault you awoke painted in pretty rose stains?
neigh is the answer, you yearned for my touch
provoking carnal desires for humility and such

you tested me like some greedy insect of society
now your reserved for my philosophical anxiety
why is the question of your merciful anguish
im testing your mind through my lustful languish

so don't worry hun, im filthy not sterile
wild and menacing my lust is just so feral
i cant promise you wont catch something from me
i tend to infect with the spilling red ruby's disease

you love the taste of sweaty crimson cum
almost as much as you love feeling completely numb
im awaiting silently for our next sinister playful game
don't hold your breathe though, cause it rarely stays the same