Behold, Fear and Accept!

Drums beat in my head as I feel you beneath my flesh.
The Turkish sort that get you excited like dancing gypsies.

Your terrified of what twists and contorts around my body and will soon be upon you.
It matters not to me!

Tonight is not about you; you don't exist but for the sole purpose of my pleasure.
I've decided to impliment all the tools I could ever ask for; the fan, the the peppermint and the two insatiable adders that cover every inch of me and bring an unbearable ecstacy!

I don't like you or your brother, one pair of arms is the same as the pair before.
It matters not to me!

The tambarine hisses and brings the snakes to action, they find you quite interesting.
Dripping like slow ink from a spout, they pour over you and plunge you into a darkness;
the sort where no one will hear you scream.

I scream too my love, but not for want of escape, for the orgasmic pleasure of screaming.
Howling at the moon with my eyes open wide!
I wait for the water, to kick it back to the low tide.  I need not forgiveness or purity!
It matters not to me!

The blood begins to seep from your flesh where you frightened my things.
With tongue outstretched I accept the reluctant offering. 
I don't love you, but by the end of the night I will be your savior and Goddess!
It matters not to me...