If I could tell you what I really think Would you take a drink? Of my thoughts and passion Could you have compassion? If only you knew what went on in here My head is spinning, I have to go, but where? Where to or where form am I running? This event won't stop it keeps returning This is never ending, am I misbehaving? I am stuck in a cyclone full of this craving How to get out, I do not know Maybe I can stay, and reap what I sow My thoughts are a mess! maybe only to you? Because I know what I’d like to do Is it worth the judgement or deceit? Can I hid it away, under my bed sheet Where only I can see the truth at my feet? If it could stay there, forever hidden and complete Then I would indulge in the thoughts you cannot hear The ones deep within me I know you cannot bare It makes sense to me, I understand it now All the questions you have, what why, and how? I don’t want to answer, you will not understand How I crave what I do! Or where I stand We all have secrets, yes you too! Ones that hurt people if only they knew So do I tell you the thoughts that I think Would you really like to take a drink?
The likes of you I can't describe, Yet I love to eat between your thighs. The melody you spake to me Unfolds my greatest sovereignty. I crave to quaff all of your spit, And swallow every drop of it. Don't cheat me of your tasty flesh, Those bare and supple ****** *******, Your eyes that follow my firm gaze, While we kiss and lick and misbehave. I need to feel each piece of skin, Smashing girl and boy parts over and over again. It's such a treat to eat you whole; I'm obsessed with eating 19-year-olds.