Golden juice drips
Full and thick
Off your lips, can't wait to taste
The sweetness of your space
Hellified suffering is all that I need
I will be the vessel for your demonic seed
Peach-tinted cheeks
Pale, perfect toes
Huge fisting-hands
Petite little nose

Can't wait to taste
The sweetness of your space

Blush-bright breezes stir
Mocks the position in which we were
Hollow dream seekers wish they could be me
Around the sweet aura in which we be
Ground-breaking thunder resounds wen we merge
When you're aroud me I get a good surge...

Can't wait to taste
The sweetness of your space

Crimson water flows
Through faraway gallows
As sun breaks through
To your eyes so blue
The softness of your skin
As you please within

Can't wait to taste
The sweetness of your space

Dreams of pink sunflowers smiling in the sun
Knowing that we have only just begun
Your lips so tart as thy press against mine
And then my heart finally joins with the mind
The goodness of your flesh still fresh on my tongue
And finally I find that my demons can be hung

Ooh, and just can't wait to taste
The sweetness of your space
 
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