Malevolent Creation

Lust, lust, lust
Lust, lust, lust
No fear of touch, in it=B9s sadistic array.
Anticipate the stroke, of equal pain, PAIN!
Bred to please, single goal achieved, dominated through life.
Ecstatic release, well worth the price, enslaved birth rite.
Limbs twisting out of their passionate embrace, blood surging the =
veins, the veins!
Swelling of the flesh, uncontrollable arise.
To suffice the urge, of their calling=B9s entice.
No fear of pain, only excitement of fear