Is Erotica Heaven

If Erotica is heaven, I can't tell
because if I masturbate
I must send my right arm to hell
I enter the hymen like the pearly gate
So pleasant, cloudy, and wet
I pray my hardness won't go down
The pleasure as my Lord and savior we've met
I make it snow as white as my gown
What was my purpose in the world inside this girl
When I enjoyed her too much, I had to repent
Her forbidden fruit, I took a swirl
Should have known she was demon sent
Turned me on, she told me I'm Satan, get thee behind
I'm slipping and sliding deep in her grave
She has a better place and other plans for me to find
My life of temptation, she might can save
Flesh is my weakness and my worst sin
I begged and plead for her to forgive
She said, how could she, when I do it over again
If I submit one last time, I may not live


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Heaven of Sweetie

I can never walk from gates of Sweetie
I'm with you for eternity
If I left, who could I run to
Just be myself and have fun, too
Temptation is ever so prevalent
In this relationship, I'll be relevant
You're beautiful, F-A-T with P-H-A-T
For you, I pray and will D-I-E
When I squeeze your waist
I'm protected by fine grace
When I feel your skin
we can make love without sin
As I rub your chin to cheek
My strength is far from weak
The more I'm deep inside of you
to the kingdom, I'll guide you
The more I kiss your lips
I preach the Apocalypse
Stroking your hair
I demolish spirits of despair
Peck your forehead
I'm well alive, not dead
With you, I have much focus
Away from all that's bogus
No more drama, anger and grudge
Between us, its only one love to judge
We will not function in guilt
Our bond from ground on up, we built
We have things together to accomplish
I'm your soul mate for life, I promise

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Mess

Have a thing for you, I confess
My desires won't settle for less
Caress your love box under dress
Fantasize about us, can't rest
Passion strikes against our chests
I'm feeling the absolute best
as I fondle with your breasts
Let me know, if I cum on too strong
Some will say, I am so wrong
Companionship of me last long
to the right woman, I'm among
My soul for you is always tingling
cringing, you gonna have me singing
your name as we produce sweet tunes
Until your goods become dried prunes
That's when the spot is a tear jerk
I work as your body goes berserk
Believe me, it can get really nasty
without the peak of us going hasty
You the bomb, you got pleasant stuff
I moan wolf as I huff and puff
Blow your back out, scream and shout
Our meaningful sex makes me pout
Slowly, enter myself, you jump
I commence with a steady hump
I do deep pumps like a thump
The sensitivity causing me to slump
I flip you over like a card trump
Bust you like Spades in the rump
Got you in move of a tree stump
Support for me to lean up
Drive and issues, you can't clean up

I'm a mess.... Baby, I'm a mess.... Yes, I'm a mess.... My sexuality is messy of my skills to be dressy

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