Devirgination Studies

Ooh

Now that I have my trophy 
of your anatomy.
Your stiff can be excised, aberrantly.

Convulsions 
transpire 
you're seeping suppuration
Our intamacy 
is arcane to culture

These ethics I contain 
in my arsenal of pleasure
Fail to be appreciated.

Your proposition isn't good enough.
My expectations don't meet yours.

In due time I'll dictate your vile form,
Into my incapable hands 
and claim you for my 
own.

You're born 
into, 
these hands, 
again.

Send the slut 
back to Hell!

Send the slut 
back to Hell!

Send the slut 
back to Hell!

Send the slut 
back to Hell!

Another whore to seek. 
to fondle and misuse.
Back to the grave, 
to exhume again.