Hammond, La USA
Taste of Flesh
I miss the taste of flesh you see
The burning need for ecstasy.
To pass the skin across my teeth
To bare the fruit of which I reap.
Consume my lover
Heart and soul
Engulf my passions
To heat untold.
Convulsionary measures seen
No mercy to this in-between
The hold in which Iíve taken somehow
Desire taste so much better now
Give way to me
Feel the heat of my body
No secret do I hold here yet
For I have fire still unset
The taste of flesh Iíve grown to need
The very part from life we feed.