My Lust for Less Love
Can I trade you my passion for your lust?
Maybe then I won’t love to fuck
And the devils dance that
Our bodies bounce to
Won’t entice us to feel harmonious
We’ll be able to unveil and fulfill,
Our dirty desires upon one another
In the dark is where our actions will stay
Because we won’t have the heart to bring them to light
Let us continue this ritual every night
And I will never trade
My passion back because;
My desire only grows stronger
More raunchiness, more sloppy
And anything I dream
You helped unleash this thing.
Now you can no longer make my hunger ease
And these sacks of meat are tender
From the leg to the thigh up to the breast
I lust only the best
I want to indulge in the nectar of every flower
Let me explore Area 51,
And we can 69 for
All 2 billion of the bad hoes.
Hopefully she’ll have a fetish
For feet and surprise me with
A treat in the form of a footjob
And I’ll stretch farther than
The yogi when she touched her toes
While doing a split on my… you know
My lust will know no bounds
I will take from all and leave
Nothing that can attach me
I give no seed so I make sure nothing grows
But after I’ve grown bored
Bound to this earth
And all my options explored
I will be empty.
My lust was all desire
With nothing more than
Greed at the root, I traded
My passion so all I can be is bad fruit
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