“please, daddy–
don’t make me confess my sins.”
i hadn’t ever been so close
close to heaven
feeling enough pleasure to be able to compare.

“tell me, angel.” he tenderly whispers.
oh, he wants the truth..
should i tell him what i’ve done ?
i don’t think he’d like hearing
what his darling daughter does after dark.

–

ANGEL’S iNTERLUDE

FORGiVE ME, FATHER
FOR i HAVE SiNNED.
iT’S BEEN TOO LONG
SiNCE MY LAST CONFESSiON.

i DiD SOMETHiNG BAD
BUT iT FELT FAR TOO GOOD TO STOP.
THE iMMORAL SiN OF SELF PLEASURE
WE SHOULD FOREVER STRAY AWAY FROM DESiRE.

i DON’T WANNA ADMiT TO SOMETHiNG SO TWiSTED
BUT i LOVE THE SCENT OF YOUR SKiN–
HOLDiNG YOUR TATTERED TEE BETWEEN MY TEETH
TO HOLD BACK MY SCREAMS

ON MY ACTS OF DiSOBEDiENCE
DO YOU UNDERSTAND MY REASON ?
MY URGE TO GiVE iNTO THESE CARNAL CRAViNGS ?
YOU COULDN’T POSSiBLY BLAME ME.

iT WAS HOT AND i WAS NEEDY.
PENT UP FROM PUSHiNG PAST PRiVATiON
BUT WE ALL BREAK AT SOME POiNT, RIGHT ?
i FiGURED i’D MAKE iT QUiCK..

THEN i FELT THE HEAVY PULSE LiKE A HEARTBEAT
AND i KNEW i WANTED TO ENJOY iT
i’M TiGHT, DRiPPiNG WET AND SOFTLY GLAZED WiTH ESSENCE
i JUST COULDN’T WAiT PATiENTLY ENOUGH FOR YOUR PRESENCE

THERE WAS NO GOiNG BACK FROM THERE
i REALiZED i WOULD EiTHER GO TO HEAVEN
OR FEEL iT.
CLEARLY, i CHOSE THE LATTER.

AH, i PENETRATE, PUSH DEEPER AND DEEPER iNSiDE
THE NEED TO KEEP QUiET
BUT i WANTED YOU TO HEAR
TO KNOW THE SiDE OF ME THAT i DiDN’T EVEN KNOW MYSELF

MiND FALLS TO THE THOUGHT–
YOU LiCK THE SLiCK BETWEEN MY LEGS
TAKE THE MiLKY NECTAR
AND LET iT GLOSS OVER YOUR LiPS

OVERSTiMULATiON OVERLOAD
i’VE REACHED MY ******
SUCH A MESS, iT TRiCKLES DOWN MY THiGHS
AS i LET OUT A SYMPHONY OF SOFT WHiSPERED SiGHS

TASTE MYSELF ON THE TiPS OF MY FiNGERS
STiCKY AND SWEET LIKE HONEY
PRACTiCALLY POURiNG OUT
EXUDiNG THE ADDiCTiVE AROMA OF AROUSAL.

–

my thoughts intrigue me !
they lead me to imagine explicit things
i’ve never once thought about.
these all-consuming fantasies of you
that preoccupy my mind late during twilight.

“you shouldn’t speak like that, my dear.
indulging in such desires
can have dire consequences.
it’s like playing with fire,
though i know you like the way it burns.”

the night calls
and i just couldn’t help myself,
i had to tend to the appetite
and please to the calling
one way or another

the satin sheets soak up my shame
drenched in self pity
along with stigma
sultry noises escape my parted lips
suddenly sparking up the feeling again