| Feminine Hormones Gone Apeshit There is this demon That springs out in me Whenever I come To three weeks time Where God Every man in the room Looks delicious I want to pluck them off a vine Each like grapes And saturate their bodies in the Fluids of my mouth Pressing my tongue At the place it attaches Peeling of the skin It clashes with every grain in the back of my head Lessons of innocence Virute Piety And strength But my eyes burn with desire And I stare at the meat firmly working beneath their skin Bulging Heaven feels like hell there I can see my hands moving over the ridges and planes Of their figures Tracing the veins on their arms Sometimes I can convince myself I�ve fallen in love That this gratification is valid But lucifer is wrapping his arms Around my waist And I kind of like the feel of his tongue on my lips |