I am the hollow eyes that seek you,
Those ravenous orbs of perversion,
That follow your evry move.
I am the gnarled hand that longs to touch,
To feel your soft flesh,
As it caresses against mine.
I am the shriveled lips that speak,
Such sweet lies I weave,
As I whisper in your ear.
I am the mangled mind that imagines,
Picturing you as I desire,
In whatever manner it pleases me.
I am the force that tempts you,
Spilling into your consciousness,
Assaulting you with bestial desires.
I am the most beautiful of objects,
And there is nothing you desire more,
Than indulging in my seductive pool.