Begeerte

Begeerte - Oathbreaker

Your

Pale clear skin

In the dim glow of the moon

Paving it's way into the darkness

I see your blood flowing

And the tissue of your muscles gleaming

Through a pearly veil

I moisten my lips

And my shining flesh

Luminous of a glaze of poison

Devour me with your piercing teeth

Breathe the life back into me

I draw pleasure from it

I draw pleasure from it

The pursing of your lips

Hissing silent words

Drowns out the sound of enclosing noise

Curl my toes when you stroke

Our bodies join

Like a single being

In the fountain of it's rebirth

Our bodies join

Like a single being

In the fountain of it's rebirth

Loss of control shaped me

I draw pleasure from it

I draw pleasure from it

I draw pleasure from it

I draw pleasure from it