Dahmer in folds of my submissive palate of my mind
My ego fulfills his appetite

Confused by the dynamics of my fleshy body
He feasts upon my thought

Wicked do not rest
they lie in weight

placed upon an innocent willing
my pulsing thoughts
feed his eroticism

this is woman
he take = s a lick
his member rock solid sick

in the land of the dead
a mediums head

channeled and sought
cross us all over
in your bitter thought

release the hold
its to stay untold

Jeffery freed
tasting on me

Ready my words
head  the warning

Serial thoughts
come with warnings!