In a dark cellar the light shimmers Illuminating only a small part of the moldy wall It's enough for observation Of one more mask of human ugliness The rare collection in glass vessels is kept There on wooden shelves The male genitals are preserved in alcohol here And they can please the eye of their mistress for years to come Torture!
For hours, sitting in the rocking chair She is viewing these items she is proud Of recollecting their owners and their agony Torture!
The amputated phalluses are all she has Aesthetic delight and abstract visualization That's all that she needs And she sucks the penis that was cut off with pruning shears She fancy the rest of the body using her sick imagination
You are still a little hungry child Blinded by the first rays of the sun Your lips search for mother's nipple It's almost here... It's almost here...
Necrophilic nymphomania Addiction to incubuses of lust Custodian of genitals I admire your majestic emptiness Your lovers will stay with you foreverTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
