The Room of Screams

We met at a party, shaky hands with a gentle posture

As I talk to her, she had the voice of a hotel elevator

Body that resembled a palm tree with small mangos

Even Django would kill her with just one whip

Which is a shame since we love having lovers who can act like pets

Nevertheless, I liked this hungry creature who craved for meat

She had a face of a cotton candy teddy bear

Danced like frogs drugged in the moonlight

But it was her lips that I craved the most

Its licorice form had this feel that made me even more twisted

I couldn't help myself but to taste the blood injected around her mouth

Maybe it was the texture in her that drove me insane

I was about to commit a sin with a women that had Satan's colors

She knew her textures were trouble, made it even worst with gestures

As she whispered in my lobe, my body began to cry from excitement

Every word revealed the truth behind this shy, closed-eyed doll

Graphic as an exploitation movie with nudity from the 70's

Controversial as a film that glorifies violence as something to laugh at

This woman was waiting for someone to choke her to death

While she would seduce a man who had the sensitivity of a baby

This seduced man was me, shocked and provoked by this lady

Following her down the extensive path to get to the room of screams

It was as if I was hallucinating the long hallways from The Shinning

A smile bigger than piranhas looking for bait was shot at me

And without thinking at the moment, I let myself go entering the room

Pushing me into the cradle, slowly reaching down on me

Everything stopped for a moment because this room (and this woman) was the death of me