Befoul

When you look at me
Like really look at me

I can feel
The hooks sink in
And I want you to feel
The way you make me
Face dissolution

Forgive this trespass of thought
But you've infected me with an itch
That I throb to fucking scratch
Purity or not, it's like you want
To taste defilement

Look what you've turned me into
My mind is now a slave to my body
Please forgive these debased desires
But I have a feeling that it's

Fuel to your fire

I am the monster you have birthed
Stop playing pretend and squirm
Accept this salacious transition
Succumb to succulent submission



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Dring
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