some like it. ..like that

Some like it easy

Some like it hard

Some need rules
They need screams...pretend..to not enjoy
the rush

I love the smooth
The gentle lush

Some come to me
To get some filling
And I will say

Take what you need
From this lonely reeling

But...seldomly...can I give them
What they need...slow death
Of a bad woman's seed. ...

In an upside down place
It is hard to tell....

But...surely...maybe...
If they lost their sight

They would sence the trail
From that great well of what is...and what is not. ..
But...surely...even if they knew....they would
Choose the same....

It is vampire land....
And all I have is theeth....
To bite....a lover's flesh

That game
That little game....

I was out...before it began

I rather be without a leg

Then part of the swells dwells spells

I am no beauty

A trollup from the woods

How to make a trollup...
U mix every thing you got and
Put it in our pot

It could turn good
And it could turn bad

Maybe a little bit of both

Oh...that would be sad....

Just a rather tad

Just a rather tad