Warm dim light, empty veins
A sweet role playing game of the master and the slave
The restless bondage
A little foreplay.
Lips are for biting
Skins are for crawling
Velvet feelings in the gutter
There’s champagne in the crystal
A little violence to feel it right
A dose of lust in eyes to see no harm
Covered eyes can’t wait for the surprise
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