A hymen so rigid
  I can barely lift a finger
It won't let you slide
   a box so narrow it won't let you hide
A kiss? more like a vampire bite
   Hissing sound like a serpent at night.
The colour is red cause I made you bleed
   My sword has been fed by your rotten deed
I made you spit blood in the sink
  I made you fall to your knees

Virgin lips hold firm and ripe like grapes in vineyards
The sword penetrates me but I'm quick to disbain
Dark and jelly-like blood from pain
You'll do it again won't you and ignore my disdain

The bossom - pomegranates at their prime
Taste the juice, take your time,
Savour them, punish me for my crime

In the late flips of this love and war,
It can grow dangerous without safe practice.
Thrusting between thighs, it can turn bloody.
Not in the mood for latex—minuscule preventions.
I'll torture you safely and soundly, as my ability bounds me.
Pushing your face to the ground,
I lift your hips towards the sky.
Amidst the twists and turns of nature,
Point your arse northwards.
Gear up for a tussle, even though it won't be a fair fight.

Like in every war, no rules in this one as well
Won't admit defeat, won't take commands,
Instead will put you under a spell
Do everything I need to reverse the roles
I put you under me
I Take the lead,...