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JUST THE TIP

Sensual chords play, gently
As candles flicker around the room
Roses scent entwined with pheromones
Feeding the passion beneath the moon

I crawl to you
Spread eagle
Whimper my name
Damn eager

Quivering flesh
Under my hand
Begging of me
To give to you

Just the tip
Just the tip
Is it dreams of fever
Just the tip
Just the tip
Before the whole cleaver

The little death
With sated breath
And you moan my name
Because I'm God now

Your lipstick on my boomstick
Lustful eyes staring back into mine
Gag, prettily, into the webcam
A million viewers, it's time to shine

The candles die
Black lights come up
Rorshach splatters
Upon the walls

You're not the first
Won't be the last
Go out ablaze
Like a phoenix

Let me hear it one more time

Just the tip
Just the tip
Is it dreams of fever
Just the tip
Just the tip
Before the whole cleaver

The little death
With sated breath
And you moan my name
Because I'm God now





Written by HadesRising
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©2024 Frank Green
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