Sacred Slot PART 1

asgbhnjukjyhgfdc Rape this duckling CRADLE OF FILTH- NYMPHETAMINE

She led me in

Hit me with a shocking twist,

Canines sharp,

Sharper then her eyes,

Theres a fire in the attic,

Its a hell of a surprise,

She gives me the keys,

Lock the door boy,

Its time we made a mess.

 

As we are tangled,

In our meat triangle,

Interconnected with erotic static,

She lays a bite deep, deep, deep,

It leaves upon me,

A scarlet bruise,

She stares down at her pray,

With a crimson stain,
See ya soon, so soon, so soon.

 

I ask why,

She bats an eye,

Says real polite,

That she has found,

the sacred slot,

for the sacred key.

Author's Note

epic poetry,
enjoy faggots