lamentsburlesquewriter: Your flesh belongs to me, subject to my craft A willing vessel for the coming devastation By shimmered form and whetted edge, a pulsating labium Essence enticing the tongue… a well placed smack Your resonating growl as I continue my descent Depravity immersion Another offering soon to be presented, culminating our journey Escalation of your cries, the quaking of thighs Our demons are bound once more