Conciliation (explicit)
Bring the meat and I'll make sauce
Producing a dinner most debauched
I'm tired of self important pussies
So let me have your cock
I'll spring the lid and wait in heat
For you to enter my magnificent keep
Push me to the ground, slap me around
Please, I promise you plenty o' sound
Do me like them and make them watch
Let them touch, but don't give too much
I want you to myself, to tease and bully
I want to share myself, so feel me fully
Spray it on me, on my face, feet and body
Spit on my cheeks and drive me like an Audi
Degrade me and diminish my holy being
Please, anything to rid me of that feeling
That weakness, that hole in my heart
The only thing left, after we fell apart
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