Like moths to a flame,
Burning themselves upon lecherous thoughts,
They flock to your every word.
You could have your fill,
Such is the reverie you instill in your audience,
For they hunger like unfed dogs upon a leash.
Your words of fornication and sexual depravity,
Ooze forth as you drip feed the masses,
Like a marionette you pull on the strings of puppets.