The Pleasure Dome

Restless bodys clad in black

Allien faces dressed in shadows

Their eyes fixate upon her skin

Her skin, her neck, her figure

The smell of womanhood

(the) Hunger unites with lust

Her heart beats on demon-speed

Exitment flows like a wild stream

Her nipples hard, her loins a flame

The tie her softly onto the bed

Naked in heat, she lies in wait

Their kiss, their touch, their entry

Suddenly fangs enter her flesh

Pain and pleasure becomes one

As life deserts this mortal shell

She explodes in countless orgasms