“Beg me to fill your body with my dangerous seed.”

If you really love her listen to her she will tell you the secrets of the universe.

Lets handcuff ourselves together naked and see what happens.

Moonlight fills the room illumination your delicious naked existence.

Tempt me with your lips and tease me when it drips.

Make me one with you so we will never be apart.

I dreamt of you when our souls bled together and now we are eternal.

Angels fly but you and I get so dirty I’m not sure we are so pure.

I want to go deep inside so I can feel the warmth of your dreams.

She’s always the heart to my soul and I am the blood to her being.

It’s like I hear your body talking to me telling me how to satisfy your soul.

Your caress seduces my body like I’m possessed.

I know when you ache because I’ve been deep inside every part of you.

Right when I met you I wanted to put a baby in you.

My heartbeat is an echo of your soul.

I’ll be your wild horse that you can ride until I’m broken.

Your beauty is binding and I just want to consume every part of you.

Bragging often precedes begging.

Whenever I walk out on a stage, I’m begging for affection.

At first it seems as if begoing follows becoming. But look even closer and you will see that there are only flashes of lightning illuminating the empty sky.

If we go to church we are confronted with a system of begging so complicated and so resolute that all other demands sink into insignificance by its side.

It is not begging but the beggar, who has forfeited favor with the elect.