I carried her into my house And I didn't want to wake her So I carefully ripped her blouse And removed her rare fur. I was hungry for pleasure So I ripped everything else away, Opened her up and loved her The tears in my eyes eating me away.
Suddenly, I nearly jumped a mile When she slowly opened her eyes And she grunted and they grew wide So I held her words inside. Quickly, I showed her my fist And she replied by softening up I remember that I was ****** And stopped early, for I was drunk.
She thought her ride was done And I could see she wanted more For she was crying to the set sun But I had none to give her So I had her sit still and quiet And went across the hall to The kitchen, grabbed the knife And came back to the dark room
The skin was begging for my bite I decided I had to make it right And her heart was velvet in the night Her blood had a taste of great heights. I was done now, and so was she But the remnents were a sad sight So I threw them in and let them freeze And smelled her soul in the night.
Um... I'm not a ******. Just from the viewpoint of one.