My love lay down on my bed,
she had far too much to drink
my passion could not be fed
I could hardly even think
I took what I wanted from her
while she lay deathly still
I shall never recover
from this darkness of my will
I feasted upon every pearl
of her helpless form
I have defouled my girl
and await the deadly storm
the tenderness of my jugular vein
awaits her vengeance true
and I dream of some fitting pain
that tears me all the way through
how could I burn my soul
for a desperate desire
and however can my soul
recover from her helpless fire.
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