Bruised and battered
tastes just like that apple
the serpent served on a platter.
Wanton whore wrestling with her guilt
A masochist to the devil’s will
How long will it take for her cup to be filled?
She sucks on pain’s luscious lips
and bites down just a little
she can feel the high start to trickle
down her spine and into her veins.
Bruised and battered
tastes just like the apple
he serves her every day.
She is ruby red and light in his hands
And he savors her any way he can.
