Writhe (She Likes It Hard Suite)

Featured photography by Sharon Lawson and Richard Charles Stevens

Listen to Writhe by Richard Charles Stevens (She Likes It Hard Suite)

Listen to She Likes It Hard by 6EJOU

I feel it writhe again
And I delight the pain
I feel it writhe again
Can feel it bleed through my veins

(Writhe) Writhe again
(Writhe) Writhe again
(Writhe) Writhe again
(Ride) Ride again

I feel it writhe
Beneath the sheets
Know well the kind
Of heat it seeks
Serpentine
It slinks
It coils
Purging ink
To reap its spoils
(Writhe again)

Slipping
Sliding
Gripping
Tight
This whipcord of uncorked delight
Teasing forth the nectar swelled inside

(Writhe) Writhe again (Gain)

Contorting
Morphing
Each endorphin scorching in the frame of flamed desire

Writhe again
Writhe again
Writhe again
Writhe again
Writhe again

Squirming
Surging
Lurching
Scourging
Urging forth
All force converging
Merging with the flesh
Meshed to attest
Each undressed breath
Insurgent
Verging on insane
The pain is less inflamed
When entertained
Untamed is the beast
Which creeps with fleet
Through labyrinthine veins
Locked within unblinking gaze
Powerless to shrink away
Know not what to think or say
And ignorance is bliss
Even in this shrinking space
I feel relieved to drink the taste
Sourness of its sweet embrace
The flowers in its kiss

My pale lips purse
To lift the curse
And peek beneath its veil
Inhale the stale air
Thus declare allegiance to prevail
Bleed it into every sinew
Feel malfeasance discontinue
Herein to congeal the tissue
Gripping blackened lung
I scale the rungs
To height of bane
Introduce the light again
All terrain
To cauterise
While saucer eyes
Delight again
Blighted air exhale
As I breathe frailty back to life again
Then wait until the dead of night
To writhe again

I feel it writhe again
And I delight the pain
I feel it writhe again
Can feel it bleed through my veins

Writhe again
Writhe again
Writhe again
Writhe again
Writhe again
(Writhe again)
Writhe again
(Writhe again)
Writhe again
(Writhe again)
Writhe again
(Writhe again)

Each muscle flexed through deft contraction
Actioning expressive traction
Lessening the putrefaction
Rendering no feudal fashion
Waxen like the creamy sap of trees in rapture absolute
Hinted at forbidden fruits
The kind that mortal man refutes

Studious beholders of the beauty on exhibit
Silent splendour lent address surrendered of its mute confession
Thrashing midst the passion this elicits
(Writhe again)
Fashion never captured so exquisite
(Writhe again)

Slipping
Sliding
Gripping
Tight
This whipcord of uncorked delight
Teasing forth the nectar swelled inside
Contorting
Morphing
Each endorphin scorching in the frame of flamed desire
(Writhe again)
(Writhe again)
(Writhe again)

Nectar in the process of engendered liquefaction
Rendering the appetite to whet the height of satisfaction
Tender in exact embrace
Vendor of the tactile taste of wept tears smeared to lubricate the klaxon up against the grate
Thrumming in wild-eyed anticipation
(Writhe again)
Coming deep inside the tidal basin

Writhe again
Ride again
(repeat to close)