If sex is what you crave who am I to deny?
Do you really want all the anons to make you cry?
Tears of pain and tears of joy;
Don’t you just love being our little toy.
Bend you over, pull you here,
I feel alive to have you near.
But simple games will not satisfy me,
You must go further than love for this monster to be.
Show me your blood, scream out my name,
Even deal with my joy of your shame.
My tounge on your flesh is surely the key,
To making you scream for only me.