Cycles

""Take me down to the floor Shake me down to the core make me chomp at the bit Watch me crawl and plead and fit All the while you're in control Seeing right into my soul Like a child I curl and cry For the flesh I'll taste tonight Turn the screw hear the cream Something juicy in between Dripping drenching pouring out Who is master there's no doubt With each scar I know my place Marks of pleasure can't erase Smell the musk thick in the room Warning all impending doom You make me beg You make me plead You make me burn (Make me bleed) When I am torn you lick my wounds Then I return... Turn the table time to feed Time for you to beg and plead With each thrust I spill out life Draining out from deep inside Body bursting to errupt From your cup that I now sup Ever flowing ecstasy In your knees it's time to feed You make me beg You make me plead You make me burn (Make me bleed) When I am torn you lick my wounds Then I return...""