Christopher Zombie - Lust

They look at me with their lustful glare
Their mouths dripping as they stare
Their eyes bulging wider than their erection
Their faces flushed from needing affection
I'm not something that you can obtain
I'm just a feeling without loss or gain
There is no real winner to my sport
For it's all a game of a sexual sort
You may not understand my occupation
But even you cannot resist the temptation
I already see what you truly desire
It’s obvious in the bulge rising higher and higher
So don’t hold back, I know what you want to do
And please, I beg, save me from your judgmental view
I give myself up, there is no humiliation
I have lost every bit of that sensation
Moral