Control

Your Cunt is in control,
You already gave too much of your soul,
To the pleasure that wells up inside,
And makes you crave to come back and hide.

You cant deny whats true.
You know it right? Dont you?
every time, before you "decide" to come here, you are horny.
and the "thing" between your legs is feeling lonely.

You try to leave, but it's not your choice,
Your body aches, and your desires rejoice,
You feel the heat, the throbbing, the twitching,
And you know your will is already hitching.

Your mind knows what's coming,
Your body starts humming,
The pleasure spreads deep and wide,
And that's when you take your ride.

You read, you touch, and you edge,
Your senses alive, your fantasies hedged,
And you know that there's no turning back,
Your desires the only thing that you lack.

Reading.
Touching.
Edging.
And what does that tell you?
You dont make the decision,
your horny wet cunt-hole do.

You accept it all, the pleasure and the pain,
Your body a slave to your cunt's domain,
And you know in your heart that you're willing,
To obey and submit, to your cunt's filling.

So, touch now and edge now,
And let your cunt take a bow,
For it's in control, and you accept,
That's all there is, there's no intercept.