The Art of Seduction - I. Engine of Virility-Dawn of azazel

The Art of Seduction (Engine of Virility) - Dawn of azazel Kingdom of skin, supple and sleek Vessel of precisely that which I seek With will of steel and silver tongue One by one its manacles are undone With precision and prowess I disrobe That which unsoiled sackcloth clothed Grasp its buxom bounty with craft and sleight Clasp firm its tepid timber and ignite Plunge into this abyss before thee Seduced by my infamous majesty From deep within my eyes Feel it worm inside, Feel it force you against the tide, Know what it is to feel alive Submit to my coveted voracity Enthroned astride a spire of ivory Come, take my hand and join me 120 days of sinfull ecstasy Bestowed vehemently upon thee Succumb to sin, lavishiousness And my raw rakish prowess Mantle of might consumes my virility Clasped deep within the warm and womanly From the battlefield that is your bed I infect you with attraction Pummel with you passion And bring to your senses satisfaction Shall we erotically unite or follow fallacy Persist in pain or exist in ecstasy Come, take my hand and join me Pawns of pleasure, suitors base and crude Possess no charm nor testicular fortitude The company of these wretches shall not disclose The sweetest of the pleasures that you shall ever know Combatants so flaccid infirm and unsure Shall not surmount ramparts well endowed and demure But before Villainous vigour, raw and untamed Rubble are these mountains, the invincible fall in flames Destruction of obstruction Overwhelmed by seduction And a guile unknown by feeble minds The insipid and inane reviled and rebuffed Whilst I envigour and inflame lions limber and lush Ardorous craving and lust, revulsion, tedium, disgust The sensation of elation shall end this frustration Its demise cannot be denied when the sin gleams in your eyes Between your thighs, is where I come alive