It Was Suppose To Be Her Red Everything-
“The past beats inside me like a second heart.”
In my Red Room… with the Prada red bottoms, the ones I bought for you,
In my Red Room changing and seeing the colors of your soul, you, me and my darkroom.
You will not breathe, contemplating what is oxygen. I need to choke you.
I see my sex demon coming back again. I feel my horns starting to rise out of my forehead. I’m starting to grab them to force them to pull out more. My thoughts start to unravel my true inner self because of all this pain. I look off into the distance...
visualizing everything I want to do to sexually torment another soul; just for my own pleasure admiring my powers and strengths.
It fascinates me how sometimes the lonely times boost my confidence. Pain sometimes brings out this monster that gets caught in the cage every now and then; but it always finds a way back out.
When the blood leaks from my body it’s a relief of pain. Similar to my tears when it drips and brings me some sort of portal to happiness.
When I’m an Angel, when I’m a Saint , they never show affection, they never call me back. But things always change when I change shades, and I make them toss it back and destroy their kidneys. When I power drill through the boundaries of her pussy lips. I fascinate hearing the sound waves of their wet pussy as I long stroke. There’s a sensation and passion seeing their asses ruby red from all the grabs and smacks.
They try to figure out my zodiac and say certain things to promote me to kidnap, so I can be their midnight snack. They see I’m mixed with a few different things and want to see if I really am black. Everyone’s always testing me, that makes me force them not to breathe. I force them to choke all over it, when I grab their hair as if I’m riding a horse to capture my salve. I make them look back up at me telling them, spit that saliva from choking on my dick back in my mouth as I go ahead and spit it back on my dick and rub it around... as I slide in their third O. My testament if i’m really black is in their Wet, slobbering, intensify tight ass. Loving the satisfying moaning of pleasure and pain.
Scratch my back, bite my neck, bite my lips and just know if you suck my blood, The more dick you get. I know I’m difficult, but don’t worry about it, just look at me, smirk and do the split on my dick. I got this choker around your neck, pulling you towards me, kissing you and smacking my pain into you, I’m difficult, I give you a dirty, I don’t give a fuck look, clinch my jaws and say fuck you a few times then bite your bottom lip after a few kisses. I know I didn’t mean fuck you,
I meant fuck her and I really wanted to do all of this to her. I wanted the make up sex to be supreme. I was in the hot pursuit. But one thing happens and she gives up, so it took me a few weeks but now I’m here and not just her pain but everything in my life, they never ask about me.
I love this pain sometimes, sometimes too much. Can’t believe I need this from time to time. Sometimes too much, sometimes too often. All this right now because of her and my life right now.
Scratch my back, bite my neck, bite my lips and just know if you suck my blood, The more dick you get. I know I’m difficult.
So I take it all out on you, you and you. I switch up my tempo. I’ll try not to drown in your ocean, its too deep, I paddle , I paddle.
I see my sex demon coming back again. I feel my horns starting to rise out of my forehead. I’m starting to grab them to force them to pull out more. My thoughts start to unravel my true inner self because of all this pain. I look off into the distance...
Paddling again, but this time in the bloody sea and in turns me on more. Each paddle and pump you moan in my ear, you are climaxing me and you, but I wish it was her too. It’s the reason why I sexually dominate your soul and I don’t want you to breathe.
I need to choke you.
When the blood leaks from my body it’s a relief of pain. Similar to my tears when it drips and brings me some sort of portal to happiness.
Scratch my back, bite my neck, bite my lips and just know if you suck my blood, The more dick you get. I know I’m difficult.
You moan out Tre, then daddy.
I think about her calling me, Tredaddy, I keep telling you say it again and again. I couldn’t do it no more and I gave in.
I put my head down when I’m done and just walk away. I know I’ll see you again for all this pain.
In my Red Room… with the Prada red bottoms, the ones I bought for you,
In my Red Room changing and seeing the colors of your soul, you, me and my darkroom.
They were suppose to be hers...
“The Mind of Lorenzo”
I see my sex demon coming back again. I feel my horns starting to rise out of my forehead. I’m starting to grab them to force them to pull out more. My thoughts start to unravel my true inner self because of all this pain.
It fascinates me how sometimes the lonely times boost my confidence. Pain sometimes brings out this monster that gets caught in the cage every now and then; but it always finds a way back out.
When the blood leaks from my body it’s a relief of pain. Similar to my tears when it drips and brings me some sort of portal to happiness.