Be that bad influence on me,
the one I was always warned to avoid.
Use me as the receptacle for
those deviant visions that
slither about your carnal core.
I ache to know what lurks behind
the decadent laugh that crawls up from your gut,
and thickens the air in between the vulgarities you scream
in lust.
I live to hear you growl with approval
as you took me with the unyielding thrusts
borne of your inner beasts.
I see them....I seek them,
glimpses
of leacherous demons you try to conceal,
even from yourself.
Release them from their cage,
for they will surely detect my scent,
salivate at my tanginess
and recognize them as the call
of willing prey...
me.
And by offering this,
maybe it is I who is being
the bad influence
on you.