Gutting The Fawn

WOLF CUNT

Buy yourself a rope and tie yourself to me,
I've always enjoyed to start at the bottom and work my way up,
That way I can focus on the sun,
We don't have to be with them,
As long as you keep yourself tied and listen,

Death for passion,
Ex Libris,
And slowly,
She said,
I wish my cunt could hurt you,

Before he could pull out,
The wolf magic had caught him,
And she whispered,
I wish my cunt could hurt you,

This artery,
Blood cut off,
She makes Simon vomit beautiful,
Glitter in his eyes,
Breath and sweat from angel and demon,

Heart stoppers,
She whispered sensually,
I wish my cunt could hurt you,

And her cunt hurt him,
He fell,
She got off,
Before he could pull out,
This wolf magic caught him,
And she shut his eyes,