Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Gold Throneroom

the are on
the tvs off
the floors are flesh and
both sinfully
skin over silk
and silk glides over
the penthouse is alive
theres writhing in its veins

in the masters chair
lord golds blank survey
women pleasure men at the wave of a hand
and turn to receive it waves again

the wine is
the whiskys full of
theres a deaf in a bunny suit
the bar
the lovers
pulse and moan
passion tribute
at the of a porcelain...

sunken in the masters
golds facea blank survey
women pleasure men at the wave of a hand
and turn to receive when it waves

STILL HIS EYES ARE LIKE AN CAROUSEL
PROMISING BUT OFFERING NONE!
...she him,
WATCHING LEERING BLANKLY VACANT WORTHLESS GOLDEN PERFECT

beyond these walls exists
here flesh + gold and blood in the wine
outside barren emotional landscapes
here we drink, + cum inside
here no pain
HERE... SHE...
WASH OFF THE AND BRING HER
shower her body with julep and
fill her with covered in cum
sacrificed in HIS of passions
the golden day come

the are all off now
and the growing louder
the pink, throbbing and filling the
indulging the inner, denying the
brought before he
his empty it lingers...
...he a cats paw- against a toy drum
his GOLDEN be done.

(FIN)