A moan in your voice from satisfaction, you bring the attraction to your body, you want more and more. Your legs shake, you beg, no matter ruff or soft, it seems to get you smiling. Off our bodies in pure sync, just let it take control fusing you to me. You hold on tight as your heart speeds, you don't plead. No mercy, love blossoms beautiful roses, in sync I gaze in your eyes. Just tell me how you want our love to be, show me your fantasy. You love to hypnotizing me, as you set me free, I am forever your love, protector, man, and pleasure of ecstasy.
Unfortunately, born under my name, don't want the fortune and fame. Spoiled by the mothers or sisters of fate, born without the father as I drown in hate, the true father put me on this path. Learned to fight to induce the wrath. Wanting to stop, needing of death, so but was absorbed by his emotions of true wealth. His dark wings blacked with hate, as I await, for fate, but the father above looks on in sorrow for this one. Wanting him to hold on, the path still long, jagged and rough as he walks in with his dark wings, sings in the hopeful song.
Will I be a good father? Work them or spoil them? Laugh and play as I come from work every day? Treat them badly like mine before me and leave them behind? To fail them like mine has done for he no longer wanted me?... I will be a good father. Keep them happy, fed, well dressed, their stress relieved to never be depressed. What I don't have they can have it. Their happiness and yours is my joy and experience. Memories I want to keep forever and be glad to be called a father, not just a dad.
Gluttony: Disgustingly, you feed and feed, stuffing your face. Eating it all, not a crumb or trace of it, this love of food you stuff it down your throat. Down your guilt, an angel you were, now a slug, for now, your gluttony has made you fat. Your wings can’t flap under your weight of lard and grease.
She walks the Earth, covering the land with great health, harvest and crops grew every season of everyday. So her first child could be free to play, but Hades fell in love with her, took her as she screamed. Her mother begged and bargained with Zeus for her return. Happy again, she was returned to her mother, but it was not to last. She had told her of the pomegranate's seed that she has eaten. With every word, her heart sank for even for the slightest bite, a person was doomed to return to the land bathed in blood. For the months of ice and snow, she was returned to the world below leaving her mother in anguish letting her beautiful plants to die. But as the weather warmed in the spring, the mother and daughter were reunited, but only until the leaves began to fall again as so was agreed on in the bargain.
Heart: It could be aching, it could be breaking, but it pumps harder for you. My heart wants more and more of your love. The heat through every beat it makes, passion flows through veins. Pleasure through the heart, ready, set, go it starts.