Delight and Fruition.

Easy to tell
I am going with you to hell
And we are too well
No need to our souls sell

So come with me
And let just let it be
You satisfy me and I fulfill each fantasy
Of yours, my dear

Let me fuck you, girl
Adore you, fill you with more beauty
You already have
In this evil fairy body.

With this rhymes,
I keep the rhythm
For one more time
On and on and on
Never losing grip
Always losing mind
Into the thin line betweem vodka and wine
Into the delight and fruition.

My beautiful, my sinful,
Here I go, here I doubt, here another dope
Sweet taste, bites, pleasure
It is my fate, my high, my cure.
Oh woman.
Oh damn.