Hot As Hell

And she's hot as hell in the dungeon of cell 

lady of hearts. freaky mama, lil' seashell 

i feedin on her nights touchin' white thighs, 

she runnin away, getting stunned and wonderin': where to hide...
from this night. i've seen her parts,
pleased us thine, victimized her crime
there's nothing to hide from 'tis vulture alive, we compromised.
and she gave me what i would need;
love me as hard... as she could thee.

she - an enigmatic silhouette - a proper shadow  ---

cherry, blueberry - the daughter of mary from zone hell, do i tell. 

she ain't wait for long. as smoking as farewell 

life be one so is she. i lived her right till the end - the possession of x-cell

hotness must be the friend of her beauty and aye beauty -- a sweet Christabel 

i would keep her awake till she'd yell... 

so hard on an every stroke that i made.. to her to get her high, unwell and swell 

dragging her to dead-end -- the dungeon of cell

dang! she's as hot as hell. i took her to bed, & loved her, & lust her, then ducked her so well;

made her ride all night feeding on my breath, o' hell!

she -  a daughter of hell -- the lady of literature -- a remedy for aches

i'd long to chew her from top to bottom ov'r & ov'r & ov'r again in the dungeon of cell.