Killin' and Chillin'

Meet me at the coffee-house, I think you know the one

Where I saw you seeing me, and I said you look like fun

I'd like to know you better, maybe we could date

Let's paint the town bloody-red, do it up first-rate

I know of a little place, we could grab a bite to eat

And listen to some rockin' stuff... chewing to the beat

I think we should have some fun, maybe a drink or two

We can explore feeling good, feeling me... feeling you

Dessert might be at your place, or maybe even mine

It doesn't matter much, by then we'll be feeling fine

I have a little tidbit I've saved just for tonight

His blood still fresh in the package, the flesh firm and tight

Now we need some music, a little candle-glow

We will dance a little closer, really nice and slow

The sweetness of his lips, pulled off and chewed up nice

His blood drained fresh, from the vein...I like it warm...no ice

Have some strips of bloody meat, raw like a Sushi dish

Or I'll pluck his eyes for you, if that's what you wish

The wok is filled with garlic and some fresh cut leeks

Now I'll add the chunks of fat, and the sliced butt-cheeks

Erotic pleasure and the like, is where you find it Dear

I didn't think that I was close, that it would be so near

I'll respect you in the morning, I promise... be sure of it

I'll prize the night, each hour, and every single minute