Fulfill your senses, what is it you smell?
Intake through your nose the sweet scent of sin.
Give in to lust, the second layer of hell.
Draw them in, your captivating spell.
Morose thoughts that make you grin.
Use your eyes as well, what is it you see?
Darkness is filling, the gloom is rich.
Look through the pane, not but a tree.
Two bodies alone just you and he.
Do what you please, this is your niche.
Sounds will bellow, what do you hear?
The curious sound of a brand new sir.
A refreshing tone, loud and clear.
One of countless fools within this one year.
Just like the rest, this will soon be a blur.
Terrified to ask, what is it you taste?
Panting and moaning, mouth run dry.
Less than a week and you’ll have him replaced.
Shortage of men, the only trouble you’ve faced.
Quick shot of pleasure, ******** high.
But the real question is, what do you feel?
No feeling of love. Temptation intervening.
To every guy out there you’re just a great deal.
Fun for a while, but that’s your only appeal.
Forthcoming regret of *** without meaning.