loose control-i

i dub
you
the beauty.
you call
me
your beast.
we loose
our control.
the free
fowl increased.
the madness of
hearts'...
with my mind
damn atheist,
we loose
all control,
& the
bodies released.
the hydration
we need.
with dehydration
we're pleased.
i call you
my beauty;
& have
you fisted.
frustration's off.
your all
anger's gone
i got
now control...
on your
body "Nom.. Nom".
it's ain't
no rape.
baby, i'm
so sage
we all
loose control...
in this
prime age.
stupidities
we do.
scandalously stupendous
things
we "doo doo".
sometimes,
you laugh,
baby,
sometimes, you blush
i chew your
two horns,
& have
your lips
brushed;
then
"lust" off
your body,
& thrust
you in thirst
i feed
on your
hunger; &
paint you in lush.

ps. check out its second part in given link:
http://shivamwrights.blogspot.in/2016/11/loose-control-ii.html