probational extacy

If I had known this all would pass
I would've begged you halt
with my finger in your mouth
a womb so long a vault

I am primative and rough it seems
when it comes to the actions
wrong you deem
my wiggling flesh you bring
on a spoon with a laugh
and my soul will sting

will smell like you again.

Limit these days if you can
and hide the mad supression
if you do, there will come a day
where your fetish will bring
full fruitation