Give me the whore
in your culture
Slide your sharp tongue
through my pouty lips
Touch me like you mean it
Like you can't resist
Empty me
like week old garbage
Take us
to a mirrored room
so I can watch our faces meet
Stuff my hole
and smash me
into nothingness
Cross my threshold
and overturn the order
of our position
Slit my throat
and lick the blade
that makes us well
It's safe to keep me now
Plow my demonic crop
and ready me for eternity
Our private life
will be exploited
only when we wave the red flag
with a false surrender
Fall down on me
like used furniture
My face is your seat
and i'll always
ask you to rain on me
It's the fate
we can believe in