Reaper

Took a hold of his dick, bout to give him the hand over
Tough, I round the tip with wet lips
Not those covering my teeth, but that between my hips
Thinking of the poor dove I met the other day
Death, now the only thing she craves
Broke but not broken. Unlock but not open
They had to resuscitate her, she never wanted to come back to life
Faster on the shaft, he's coming fast now
Can feel it in the throbbing.
She got afflicted with poverty, a dangerous disease.
Infected through orders from the sparrow
Pimp chronicles, always keep em needing.
He owned her like he owned her but she wasn't his own.
He's come, filthy slut of a boy, like the man baby he is.
Shes rich as fuck, but unreachable to fuck
Good enough for the players but hard to worship
She takes their souls, left with nothing.
She made him insecure from the way she worked his dick
Now he half looks back, and down at his heels
She's a killer now, the sweet thing
He lost his joy but still he sings
Oh wayward king in the wandering mists
Countered souls and greedy gnomes.
"Put it in" he whispers with seduced breath
"I want to fuck you hard, right now on the bed."