A gentle woman for a gentleman?
He said, "It's been fine so far but after a while
I want more than a soft style.
I want some slashes
To go with those long eyelashes. "
And so the bedroom became the black room
But a year later he wanted something more,
Something I wasn't quite prepared for.
He said, "Every woman has an itch
And every nice girl secretly wants to switch. "
"I like how the skins look on your white hands.
I'd like you to deliver one of my demands. "
He said, "Every woman has an itch
And every nice girl wants to switch. "
He led me in and lit the room with a hundred candles
And said "God never gives you more than you can handle."
I sat astride his chest, "It's just a thrill," he said,
As he relaxed on the dark, dark bed, "it's just breath control."
He whispered "Hold me here" and I did and his head fell back.
He whispered "Press harder" and I did and his eyes rolled back.
It's just breath control. Just breath control.
I saw him go pale. I saw him seize up,
I felt something creep up like a taste for this.
Like a reward.
A kind of love,
A kind of lustmord.
It was a minute then three then five then ten,
He wasn't coming up again.
I held on for twelve.
I saw him seize and thrash and twist
And when he was still, I lifted away my wrists
And looked at my hands
And tried to understand.
"It's just a thrill" I said
As he relaxed on the dark, dark bed.
I sat aside his chest,
"It's just a thrill," he said,
"just a thrill. It's just breath control."
When it was over, I slipped off the skins
And drowned them in the river where we used to swim
And a year later in a shop, I was stopped by a man.
He said, "I know you're looking for something that's hard to find
And I think I have what you have in mind. "
And he led me to a glass case
And looked deep into my face...
"It's just... control."
Who wouldn't want a good girl, a soft hand, A gentle woman for a gentleman? He said, "It's been fine so far but after a while I want more than a soft style. I want some slashes To go with those long eyelashes. " And so the bedroom became the black room But a year later he wanted something more, Something I wasn't quite prepared for. He said, "Every woman has an itch And every nice girl secretly wants to switch. " "I like how the skins look on your white hands. I'd like you to deliver one of my demands. " He said, "Every woman has an itch And every nice girl wants to switch. " He led me in and lit the room with a hundred candles And said "God never gives you more than you can handle." I sat astride his chest, "It's just a thrill," he said, As he relaxed on the dark, dark bed, "it's just breath control." He whispered "Hold me here" and I did and his head fell back. He whispered "Press harder" and I did and his eyes rolled back. It's just breath control. Just breath control. I saw him go pale. I saw him seize up, I felt something creep up like a taste for this. Like a reward. A kind of love, A kind of lustmord. It was a minute then three then five then ten, He wasn't coming up again. I held on for twelve. I saw him seize and thrash and twist And when he was still, I lifted away my wrists And looked at my hands And tried to understand. "It's just a thrill" I said As he relaxed on the dark, dark bed. I sat aside his chest, "It's just a thrill," he said, "just a thrill. It's just breath control." When it was over, I slipped off the skins And drowned them in the river where we used to swim And a year later in a shop, I was stopped by a man. He said, "I know you're looking for something that's hard to find And I think I have what you have in mind. " And he led me to a glass case And looked deep into my face... "It's just... control." Explain Request ×
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