9Porcelain flesh, angelic
Melting, into my after dinner treat
His stomach in my stomach
He's no longer with us now
...
His tray is piping hot, yes
Savory and succulent, the smell tells
My love for him, I express
He's nearing my lips now
...
He tastes of hellish angels
That sing lullabies of my wretched sins
A devil not in bibles
He's going down me now
...
I feel immoral and vile
Should've killed his mistress instead of him
My eyes widen and I smile
He's forever mine now.