She handles the **** with a commanding presence
Has it standing at attention when she’s gripping
Flipping her tongue giving my **** acrobatic lessons
Treating my ***** like wine when she’s sipping
Got me calling for god when she’s delivering my blessing.

Her hips:
       a fierce gallop,
       ceaseless,
       circling,
       reigning from above—

There's been a death, and I can feel it.
The death of the love you promised me.

You promised to love in sickness and health,
But I can tell in your eyes you despise me.

What did I do, where did I go wrong?
When did I become not enough for you?

You chose pretend women and imaginary worlds
You chose literally anything but me.

My tears mean nothing when I plead with you.
And now like an enemy you attack me.

You once promised to always protect,
But now you're the greatest danger to me.

So don't you see that's why I must leave.
The man you were is dead.

I am a widow, and I'm mourning the death
Of the man who used to love me.

-Eye Candy

While black leather leggings enchance the appearence of womens legs and accentuate their figure,

They without fail, always provoke impure thoughts that lure me down the path of a backsliding sinner.