Of Octopus And Sodomizing Virgin

Concrete grey walls

Emptiness and lonely candlelight

That is the room of your secret passion

Behind the door of intimate illusions

You are virgin and you still value it

But the desire gives you no rest

And so you come to this room every night

Every spare minute&

You are blindfold

Not to see the ONE who gives you these minutes:

Octopus-like creature

In the far corner of the room imbued with female discharge

You kneel down sucking HIS tentacle

While the creature squeezes your nude trembling flesh

And then you throw off carelessly your panties wet from lust

Directing the slippery tentacle to you butthole

Giving yourself over to unearthly bliss

Moving in an unrestrained obscene dance

You are virgin and you still value it

But the desire gives you no rest

And so you come to this room every night

Every spare minute&

You kneel down sucking HIS tentacle

While the creature squeezes your nude trembling flesh

And then you throw off carelessly your panties wet from lust

Directing the slippery tentacle to you butthole

Giving yourself over to unearthly bliss

Moving in an unrestrained obscene dance