Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Gold Throneroom

the are on
the tvs off
the floors are flesh and
sinfully soft
skin glides silk
and silk glides skin
the penthouse is tonight
people writhing in its veins

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

the wine is
the whiskys full of
theres a deaf mute in a suit
the bar
the lovers
they pulse and
paying tribute
at the of a porcelain...

sunken in the masters
lord golds facea survey
women pleasure men at the of a golden hand
and turn to receive when it again

HIS EYES ARE LIKE AN EMPTY CAROUSEL
PROMISING PLEASURE BUT NONE!
...she him,
WATCHING GAZING LEERING BLANKLY VACANT GOLDEN PERFECT

beyond walls nothing exists
here theres flesh + gold and in the wine
theres barren emotional landscapes
here we drink, + cum inside
here no pain
HERE... SHE...
WASH OFF THE AND BRING HER
shower her body julep and incense
fill her with covered in cum
in HIS alter of passions
the golden day ahas

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

(FIN)