Cycles - Jag Panzer

Take me down to the floor

Shake me down to the core

Make me chomp at the bit

Watch me crawl and plead and fit

All the while you’re in control

Seeing right into my soul

Like a child I curl and cry

For the flesh I’ll taste tonight

Turn the screw hear the cream

Something juicy in between

Dripping, drenching, pouring out

Who is master there’s no doubt

With each scar I know my place

Marks of pleasure can’t erase

Smell the musk thick in the room

Warning all impending doom

You make me beg

You make me plead

You make me burn

(Make me bleed)

When I am torn, you lick my wounds

Then I return…

Turn the table time to feed

Time for you to beg and plead

With each thrust I spill out life

Draining out from deep inside

Body bursting to errupt

From your cup that I now sup

Ever flowing ecstasy

In your knees it’s time to feed

You make me beg

You make me plead

You make me burn

(Make me bleed)

When I am torn, you lick my wounds

Then I return…