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

The wild fire in your eyes reflects the seduction of your soul.

I can feel your heartbeat when my mouth is wrapped around your lips.

Squeeze my nipples when you ride me to make sure that we both pour out all over our bodies togetherness.

The universe sent you to me and for that I kneel in gratitude.

Your beauty never ends, it defines space and time.

If you just want to feel my heart just put your hand on yours.

My lust for you is dangerous because I can’t get deep enough.

I’ll hand deliver your pressure whenever you desire my touch

My pain is from craving to feel your skin locked in mine while you cry out for more.

I don’t want to watch porn, I want to make one with you.

Living my life to protect your fragile heart is what I would die for.

Secrets of the darkness live within your desires I want to be them for you.

Our love will never die. We’ll just dream another fantasy about touching each other.

I watch your soul flicker when I’m inside you and you glow.

You pulled me in deeper when I thought we couldn’t possibly get any closer.

I am the only one in the world that understands the language of your soul.

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.