The Untamed Shepherd
In midnight’s hush, a haunting call,
A voice that whispers my name, wild and raw.
I rise, obliged, a heart aflame,
Through quiet streets, I chase his name.
His chambers open, a crimson gate,
Women’s souls go to him where they writhe.
Their blood, a thick red river,
However, his thirst would reap for me.
I am a shepherd of connected hearts.
a force that escapes him.
He rises, king, from the crimson feast,
To claim the prize, he cannot have.
I go near him, power in my soul,
His hunger calling, he tells his flock to gather around me.
His flock stops and listens to my word.
Their master’s will, now they are under my control.
His garments fall, at my command,
A touch, a kiss, a yielding hand.
His rod, I take into my mouth,
As pleasure drowns him, my mouth gets him lost in my power.
I bite, a thrill, a sudden sting,
He cries but cannot break the ring.
His rod, a gift, he cannot take out my mouth,
A power mine that makes him live.
Upon his throne, I take my seat,
A queen of lust, his soul to meet.
His shepherd now, I lead the way,
A power mine, he must obey.
