He sees you, every night,He hides from you, out of sight,He'll choose his time, to take your life,Slice through your skin, with a butchers knife. Sweet disembowelment turns him on,Won't stop until all life is gone,A smearing of your blood he makes,Excitement mounts, he starts to shake. The satisfaction makes him ******,He says" I know, next time? an axe",He steals a token of his deeds,So his sick appetite, he can feed. Beware young ladies, when you're out,This fiend is out there, have no doubt,Be sure to look behind you often,Or an alleyway may be your coffin.

When you've taken the step, made the decision, brought down the knife,A step too far, the wound opens up, the extinction of life,Battles are fought, tubes are inserted, frantic running,"To hell with you all", eyes rolling back, you give up the ghost,Countless voices, no concept of time, which realm needs you most?,Then the guilt packs a punch, the tears start to fall, apolagies flow,And the promises come, and recovery starts, and they want you home,For a quieter life, you succumb to them all, and you pop the blue pills,But they're watching all day, and you feel like a goldfish, so you take to the hills,The dilemma returns, do you stay on this side? or do you jump over, and run?,If you jump you'll be free, if you stay, you'll conform, let the damage be done,So again you decide, you just need to let go, you administer cuts,And it starts one more time,you begin the next battle, hoping , this time, you've jumped.......

He waits for midnight hungrily,He needs to taste her blood,Her ****** gowns are stripped from her,He'll teach her things so crude.  She'll moan with each caress he gives,Her body rises with lust,The night ahead will seal her fate,But dawn will make him dust.Her teacher shows her how to feed,She's such a willing student,Her vibrance shows, with legs spread wide,No longer is she prudent.The mingling bodies sanctify,An ode to this full moon,She claws her way ever upwards,Her master's coming soon.

She frequents here most weekend nights,*******, long kegs, freaky appetite,Her eyes scan every inch of the club,Wet ***, all hard and *****, to hell with love.She licks her lips, and warmly, her other lips respond,She sees her prey and grins at knowing this night will be long,They stroll towards her knowingly, they are the lucky ones,She straddles one, while the other mouth makes her come.Moaning ***** words, and writhing, her **** are bouncing freely,Two on one's her favourite, it makes her come so gleely,Her wet tongue finds something hard and veiny, she takes it in her mouth,Her stroking slips and slides make both guys moan and pant out loud.His ******* dangles over her, she's begging for a ****,The other's fingers enter her, she loves a finger ****,Her mouth fills up with pleasure juice, she comes onto his fingers,She licks it off, but takes her time,intent to make it linger...

Now then,(Clicks fingers and stretches out),,,I know you men out there will think i'm all cahoots,But i need to vent my feelings on the, ever, splendid, boot,There,s black boots white boots, really outta sight boots,Baby boots, Mummy boots, ever just so yummy boots,X boots, Y boots, black patent leather thigh boots,(MMMMMM)Flat boots, high boots, heels like a needles eye boots,Work boots, shopping boots, **** , real eye popping boots,Going to visit mum boots, feeling very glum boots,Welly boots, smelly boots," i'm just watching telly" boots,Car boots,"?" truck boots, "come on babe, let's ****" boots,All these boots and more would make a woman want to swear,But guys, you haven't heard me go on about our underwear!!!

Aah, the anticipation, the watching, the waiting,You keep looking, but my grandma always said,"A watched kettle never boils",The smell of it, him,My mouth waters while i see the seasoning dripping from it, him,So, i turn away, you know, in the hope it, he, will become ready,To savour, to behold,My very own Welsh Rare Bit!!!

I am told that i am loved,So why am i so sad?'My past was bad enough,You'd think that i'd be glad.At times i feel it break,My poor heart withers so,I've tasted riches plenty,Yet still, i'm full of woe.Admirers queue outside here,I care not for them all,Great trinkets are bestowed here,I toss them at the wall.My soul craves love so pure now,Not physicallity,Are you prepared, my soul mate?,To give your heart to me?...