Temptress
Her lips beckon me, for a tasting of desire like a taste of wine
And the feel and pressure, softness, would intoxicate me just the same
Her fingertips wander and give me shivers of delight
Her eyes undress me, and drink me in as I am exposed in a suit of flesh
Who could have known how tempting the sight of flesh could be
Or seeing where you've touched, where you linger, where you leave a mark
Showing the world what you've claimed as your own in a lustful craving
It only takes hours to calm the beautiful storm inside of you aching for the temptress
Until it starts back up again like a spontaneous cycle of combustions
And there's this thing, this thing inside of you that her touch puts at ease all at the same time as
Setting it off like a bomb
There's this desperate need for her skin to brush against yours for even just a moment
And even in this sickness, this ill desire
You can't help but to pass up a grimace at her beauty as it blinds your willing eyes
As your eager fingertips find her face, you think what an angel whatever god must've made
You wonder how an angel could be so sickly lustful, and you wonder if whatever god played this
Joke knew that this angel would use her powers to become the ultimate temptress
And if that god knew would he stop her in the making?
If that god knew, would he put her on hold?
If that god knew would she be different, would she be lovely, would she be stone?
Would she be disgusting, repulsive to all?
You wonder if this tempting heroine is anything you could possibly obtain
You wonder if this tempting lioness-tamer,
Enjoys turning the typical soul into
Flustered masochists
Sadistic and
Sweet
Lustful and
Sinful, enticing, and merciless
Ah yes, the ultimate temptress.
And the feel and pressure, softness, would intoxicate me just the same
Her fingertips wander and give me shivers of delight
Her eyes undress me, and drink me in as I am exposed in a suit of flesh
Who could have known how tempting the sight of flesh could be
Or seeing where you've touched, where you linger, where you leave a mark
Showing the world what you've claimed as your own in a lustful craving
It only takes hours to calm the beautiful storm inside of you aching for the temptress
Until it starts back up again like a spontaneous cycle of combustions
And there's this thing, this thing inside of you that her touch puts at ease all at the same time as
Setting it off like a bomb
There's this desperate need for her skin to brush against yours for even just a moment
And even in this sickness, this ill desire
You can't help but to pass up a grimace at her beauty as it blinds your willing eyes
As your eager fingertips find her face, you think what an angel whatever god must've made
You wonder how an angel could be so sickly lustful, and you wonder if whatever god played this
Joke knew that this angel would use her powers to become the ultimate temptress
And if that god knew would he stop her in the making?
If that god knew, would he put her on hold?
If that god knew would she be different, would she be lovely, would she be stone?
Would she be disgusting, repulsive to all?
You wonder if this tempting heroine is anything you could possibly obtain
You wonder if this tempting lioness-tamer,
Enjoys turning the typical soul into
Flustered masochists
Sadistic and
Sweet
Lustful and
Sinful, enticing, and merciless
Ah yes, the ultimate temptress.