Delicacy

Oh, you're just a dish
My tasty, tasty fish

I want to eat you up
You fine looking piece of meat and bone

I want to stick you in my cooking oven
And cook up something sick

For us to later feast upon
You saucy, juicy plate of lettuce and lemons

You never stop surprising me
With your intricate ingredients

You know I like them all
And I want them for myself

Taste is running trough my saliva
Making me ready for the main course

Please, make me some more.

CONTRACT

You’ll receive

If you’re willing to give

You may grant access

If you’ve got sacrifices

You shall be given

And your fascination shall be fulfilled

With a reconciling look

A return of favour

Some type of love

If you solemnly swear you’ll devote to me

None else

Not even yourself

I’m willing to climb down from the high horse

With you as my rugged carpet

To step on

All of this and more

You’ll have to endure

And it’ll all come back to you

In acceptance and approval

Antoinette

Grubby fingerprints touch light blue velvet
Get your filthy fingers of my dress!
Groping and grasping
Greedy stealing hands that wants desperately in a moment

You can't have it!
Yells echoes the mansion walls
Yellow regurgitation dribbles down his cheek

Tastes of alcohol with bits of corn
Trembling, but he won't get anywhere

Not with her
Nightfalls dark cloak cannot hide him from the candlelight
Neither will the drapes of ruby red curtains

Return and draw back
Return to shame
Righteously, she'll tell
Running to the courts chambers