The Hooker-taker-aparter (of Brevinton)

Ive done it before,

But never younger than she.

She twists, she turns around my fingertips

To earn a few filthy francs for her frivolous fun.

Shes a trick and a treat all wrapped in one.

Not ashamed of what shes be-cum.

Now, i lye her down in this dark, yet suiting, room;

A symbol of both temple and tomb.

Our filthy tango has just begun to sink into that rhythm.

She pretended to finish first to bring an end.

I said, if you do me that way then youre sure to get paid

With a fortune of pain.

Little did she know

Please, please

Im letting you know

This isnt any kind of fun

And ive tried everything under the sun

So please leave me alone

She scratched, she screamed

Struggling for some causality

As her life spilled onto the floor,

Desire filled my heart,

And i held her in my arms

Until her heart her heart stopped pumping that rhythm

She thought fetish was fun

Until her eyes stopped blinking

And the blast-beat rhythm of her heart had stopped.

Ive been thinking about taking this one apart.

It would be a waste not to now.

Salacious whore

Looks at home face down on the floor

Au-naturelle , like the day that she was born.

Fate collides with unplanned surprise

To make real life .

Really dire.