Let me be your Juliet, standing proud upon the balcony
Golden hair a crown of fire as it’s kissed by the sun
Distracting you, the sweetness of your adoration forgotten
As you gaze heavenwards, lust burning in your loins
You came to woo me with your words, you claim
To praise me with the poetry that sings in your heart
To make love to me as the dawn breaks over Verona
I don’t want to make love, foolish man
I want you to ravish me, I want to be fucked
Prove to me your love, risk life and limb and climb the wall
I hunger to feel your fingers tangling in my hair
My scalp burning as you push me against the wall
Mouth covering mine, leaving me breathless
Helpless as you claim me
Tearing off my robes, wild eyed and hungry
Your cock pressing between my thighs
And pulsing against the wetness of my…
…I want to grow old with you
Walk hand and hand with you
Perhaps share a kiss or two
Beneath the waxing moon…
Let me be your Belle, standing before my mirror
Eyes drawn to bruised flesh and the cast of your teeth
Each mark proof that I belong to you, a warning to all others
Trembling with desire as hot breath teases bare flesh
Beastly eyes burning in the darkness of your visage
A clawed hand pushing aside my tangled tresses
As gleaming teeth scrape against exposed throat
Moaning, I spread for you, feeling the heat of your cock
My thighs spreading helplessly, my cunt dripping
As I feel the heat of your cock pressing
Pushing between quivering cheeks
Your growl a warning, well heeded and welcomed
I can hear the collective sigh of our audience
Teapot and candlestick, cadenza and clock
Silent witness to our debauchery and lust
Unable to stifle my cry as your swollen cock
Thrusts unmercifully into my…
…I want to grow old with you
Perhaps share a kiss with you
Maybe get high and screw
Beneath the silver moon…
Let me be your Cleopatra, sprawled out on my throne
Flames casting shadow beasts upon my naked flesh
Watching you strut, your fist held high in triumph
Baptized in blood and treachery
Casting off the chains of loyalty and love
As you surrender to the primal urge of lust
If I but asked, would you burn Rome to the ground for me?
Make me a gift of charred bone and ash?
I would dance for you, beloved, and lay with you
Surrendering as you claimed your spoils
Our hunger an ember, our passion an inferno
A phoenix rising in the night rivaling the sun
My core molten, devouring from within
The last vestiges of restraint consumed
Savage need stripping away all thought
Desire digging her hooks deep into my soul
As you plunge your spear into my dripping…
…I want to grow old with you
Maybe get high and screw
Wouldn’t say no to a rim job or two
Beneath the waning moon…
