Lucifer Low

This place is low, low,
Lucifer low.
It bores through so deep that the devil might show.
He passes through flames as they gracefully drift
in curved motions like curtains;
the drop,
then the lift.
Over wide open windows, with freedom they flow
on my sweet breezy mood, sweeping fire to and fro.
Thighs catch the light, a glare like new snow
I hiding pieces where hands beg to go.

My cavern cell woman pit,
he pleading to be wet with it
on flesh, while soul in debt with it
falls deeper, begging
one last hit.

Falls deeper, moaning
just one more
sounds slide from lips
and they splatter on floor.
Those swampy sound pools
they run at my feet
from lips of this fiend, after heroin heat.

I be the heroin.
I be the blow.
He be the junkie with grey muted glow.
From his lips a confession dripping with woe;
So I listen to sins
as he speaks them all slow.
From his lips sliding, dripping
Tells his god what he knows;
This thing is just low, low
So Lucifer, low.

Low.
Low.
Where I will bestow
Rolling heat
Sweating sex
Dripping glow
Begging no.
Curtain flames
Sweeping fire
Leaving hex
Thighs of snow.
Fire licks
at your feet
it's disrupting
your flow.
Brow sweating
stage setting
he beast
growls low.
On white winter flesh
is his hard manly grow.
He, plowing my fields
by beast moonlight glow,
here there's no peace
I give war, blow for blow.
At the bottom of place
already so low
but then deeper below it
where jesus won't go
is my cavern cell woman pit
Lucifer low.

God warns sinner but junkie says no.
God pleads with the sin but I look away slow.

This place is so low, low
so Lucifer low.