Texty: Horse The Band. A Natural Death. His Purple Majesty.

Purple
or close
to purple
regardless
it was soft
and mushy
she said she
was so nervous
when these situations arose
she said she
touched its skin
it felt like uncooked chicken
but she wanted
but she needed
perfect sex in purple robes
he said
'hold my hand while I touch you'
he said
'it will feel better that way'
she said
'I'll do anything you say'
'this time
it was different'
she lost control
he licks his lips
and locks his eyes
on what he likes the best
and comes to her
with swollen love
and puts it on her chest
HIS PURPLE MAJESTY
HIS PURPLE MAJESTY
she lets him
INSIDE
even though it feels
WRONG
IT WAS ALL THE SYMPTOMS OF LOVE
BUT BLEEDING A BLACK HORROR
A HORROR
"Nothing is worth this!"
"Nothing is worth anything anymore!"
...even though
the stains are gone...
A choking gasp signaled
a stinking eruption
from her mouth and her throat
down her chin
HIS PURPLE MAJESTY
HIS PURPLE MAJESTY
He licks his lips and locks his eyes
on what he likes the best
and comes to her with swollen love
and shoves it up her ass
HIS PURPLE MAJESTY
HIS PURPLE MAJESTY