Everyone wants something to corrupt
Resistance whittled down abruptly, soule cupped and sucked
Beneath my tightening palm your pulse slows
Praise Baphomet if I get bleach on my black cloak
Undulate under enchantment, spellbound
Under my thumb, trust and lust, the perfect pair
Without question, the cruelest commands carried out
1/1000, bearer of my heirs

Hail my hedonistic Venus, vulgar beauty disrobed
Allow me to lick all the wounds I inflict
Zenith of the flesh, thrust into the blissful throes
Sacral chakra battered, third eye opened and split

Magic in your lungs, magic in your guts
Magic every thrust, ecstasy on a cusp
Star-spangled face, solar plexus mangled
Golden bangled ankles on my shoulders, sacred angle
Upon your pining face I smear these sigils of ash
Sigils forming in the smoke that billows
Sigils in the candlewax dripping down your back
Muffled encantations seep from neath mascara-stained pillows

A shattered honeypot, pieces strewn about, spent
Twisted, bent, savored with ulterior intent
Permanent impressions made upon such tender skin
And within, infinite, everlasting soulprint

As my serpentine tongue slips betwixt
Swollen lips, fingerprints left on quivering hips
Centered on the silken V, romantic evening candlelit
Clitoridien dinner in a Balenciaga bib

Sheathed in mockery, buttery golden wrappers scattered
In my wake a pile of sirens writhing in rapture
Only hooves of the uppermost caliber
In my castle littered with broken challengers
My libertine energy twitches across a web of roses
Display of your devotion, downing every love potion
Pain is my love language, your love labeled with my name
I will slither hither, slip inside, expel love and create
My echo in your walls forever

Magic in your lungs, magic in your guts
Magic every thrust, ecstasy on a cusp
Star-spangled face, solar plexus mangled
Golden bangled ankles on my shoulders, sacred angle
Upon your pining face I smear these sigils of ash
Sigils forming in the smoke that billows
Sigils in the candlewax dripping down your back
Muffled encantations seep from neath mascara-stained pillows