You fill your fantasy
with me with a whip
in that discreet outfit
ready to pleasure you
Marks of excitement
are visible
all over your body
waiting to receive
No pain inflicted
No scream of delight
I stay on the screen
You soak in sweat and seed
You fill your fantasy
with me with a whip
in that discreet outfit
ready to pleasure you
Marks of excitement
are visible
all over your body
waiting to receive
No pain inflicted
No scream of delight
I stay on the screen
You soak in sweat and seed
The day you packed your bag
You took away my freedom to breathe
The spring bouquet smells anosmic in shades of grey
Turning my face to the sun takes me a morning of energy
The afternoon is occupied by staring at
the morning coffee stain on my t-shirt you once wore
You left me with a lone pathetic shell in zombie distain
