Oh sweet sadistic temptress, I’m glad that I can please.
Though this isn’t what was meant when I said I’d get down on my knees.
But if honesty is what you ask, I’ll never refuse a fan.
I openly admit I’m a pitiful excuse for a man.
My craving for something darker, is what drove him away
I entangled myself in a game I wasn’t ready to play.
Every time he was with me, he was cold and rough and mean
Whispering in my ear malicious things, obscene.
I deserved everything, in fact it made me crave him more.
The perfect vile punishment, for a good boy becoming a whore.
Then when he left me on the ground like discarded trash
I searched his bedroom and uncovered secrets of his past.
Angry and violent I barely escaped his grasp
Then before me came another task.
I had to tell my lover who had done so much for me.
The things that I had done, and then he left you see.
He spat and screamed and cursed, pushed me away, began to cry.
I couldn’t bear the torment, I wished I could die.
The man who meant the world to me, turned and walked away
Because I couldn’t get enough of the wicked games I play
So my addiction is my torment, I don’t know what to say.
At times I lay awake and try to wish it all away.
But when guilt and anger fester and my heart can take no more
I find another lover and throw their clothes onto the floor.
I let the thing that I despise, become the only thing I know.
You want to see me naked? I’ll happily put on a show.
I no longer have the love of one so I’ll have the lust of one million and ten.
A lifetime of raunchy satisfaction, until the bitter end.
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