Thou art my seventh heaven burning
Going down as with the sun
Within like a river fluids moves a torrent
Bound to please on denierred knees
In any wicked way that her whims may warrant

I hang on every verb, every dirty word, interred
In her pornoglossa, Christlike, whipped and weak
Painted nails driven through the meek
Yet in obituary, my dreams still weep
Of dark blood and fucking thee

Thou art my seventh heaven burning
Going down as with the day
Baring lunar curvature like canvas for a lick of pain

Writhing like a viper deep inside her Eden
Forbidden to eat, I kiss leylines to her feet
Then baiting wrath, I steal a path
Back to the fruits of her womb
Back to the crack of her tomb

Her roseate sliver quivers with snuff appeal
The torque of her hips, lip-sync me in for the kill
Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease
I drain the cup of this Miss Sire, her water into wine for me

Thou art my seventh angel squirming
'Neath the forked tongue of the beast
Arching toward the fabled
Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief

Whilst the world outside
A wood of suicide
Would die for this release
Our slow orgasmic fuses greet

By night and by candle at each other's throat
In a slick drift of red, setting God's teeth on edge
We were as wolves preying inside the fold
Of a slaughtered lamb throw on a four poster bed

Succulent, Succubus
Laid without rest In the dead of the night
Succulent, Succubus

In thy arms and thy wetness
On glossed lips I taste
Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced
With thick unguent rum, black-rayed suns and autumn
Always in season for our nightfall from grace

Gorge upon my seed
Starved Persephone
Succulent, Succubus
That I might keep
Thee with me in Hades

Succulent, Succubus
Succour me
Succulent, Succubus
Succour me
Succulent, Succubus
Succulent, Succubus

[Incomprehensible]