Invitation Required

Bring me a hot glass of blood so fine.
Make a toast with me 
Put on the skin of the grieving men
We'll have a divine time

You cannot come in, 
An invitation is required.
Or we can iron stamp your body for a full year's round,

Make it a hobby

Grotesque is she.  Finding pleasure in all sorts of bodies.
She screams and moans, igniting the fire.

For all want to claim her and be blessed by her touch
but she will not mingle with insignificant dust.

Black diamonds around her porcelain neck are outstandingly stand
because her beauty is far most more beautiful and cannot compare to the jewels of any man.