Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Gold Throneroom

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

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

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

in the masters chair
lord golds facea blank
women pleasure men at the of a golden hand
and turn to when it waves again

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

beyond walls nothing exists
here theres flesh + gold and blood in the
outside barren emotional landscapes
here we drink, + cum inside
here theres no
HERE... SHE...
WASH OFF THE FILTH AND HER
shower her body with and incense
her with jewels covered in cum
sacrificed in HIS of passions
the golden day ahas

the are all off now
and the love growing
the pink, throbbing and filling the
the inner, denying the outer
shes brought he
his empty it lingers...
...he beats a paw- against a toy drum
his WILL be done.

(FIN)