The Hooker-taker-aparter (of Brevinton)

Ive done it before,
But never younger than she.
She twists, she turns around my fingertips
To earn a few filthy francs for her frivolous fun.
Shes a trick and a treat all wrapped in one.
Not ashamed of what shes be-cum.
Now, i lye her down in this dark, yet suiting, room;
A symbol of both temple and tomb.
Our filthy tango has just begun to sink into that rhythm.
She pretended to finish first to bring an end.
I said, if you do me that way then youre sure to get paid
With a fortune of pain.
Little did she know
Please, please
Im letting you know
This isnt any kind of fun
And ive tried everything under the sun
So please leave me alone
She scratched, she screamed
Struggling for some causality
As her life spilled onto the floor,
Desire filled my heart,
And i held her in my arms
Until her heart her heart stopped pumping that rhythm
She thought fetish was fun
Until her eyes stopped blinking
And the blast-beat rhythm of her heart had stopped.
Ive been thinking about taking this one apart.
It would be a waste not to now.
Salacious whore
Looks at home face down on the floor
Au-naturelle , like the day that she was born.
Fate collides with unplanned surprise
To make real life .
Really dire.