Dark lust

Each sin I make bears your name,

touching myself to acknowledge trust,

licking the scent off of your lips,

biting away the painful grasp of darkness.

Legs holding my inside of you,

torturing ecstasy beyond imagination,

penetrating your sweet pain,

your blood my wine lips my pleasure.

Falsifying reasons for desolate findings,

tampered temptations trivial,

fucking away the shadows,

bleeding into you my fear.

Taste my lips you eradicate me,

break me to know you,

feel each gasp for air I force,

wet with all reason my design.

Cum with me into this feeling,

face my pain bringing dreams,

slip away fixing upon you,

my evil heart meant for your desire.

So hard I am for your look,

so wet you are in my arms,

embracing flames of hell,

finding heaven in your thighs.

Making me the reason to die,

in your eyes I am twisted,

breaking form to discover,

finding the gates within this lust.

Feel my hips breaking your own,

sounds of devils dawn approaching,

fiery eyes in gothic love,

finally forsaken within these thoughts.

One more moaning delight,

tongues searching for new ways,

hoping we fall together in our sin,

climax becoming twisting the end.













Johnny Newell