Forgive me for my dirty mind, For the things that make me wind. Imagine me pinned against a wall, You tower over me standing tall. Around my neck I feel a pressure - But, it only enhances the pleasure. Beat me, throw me to the floor, I can't help but beg for more. You stop and into my eyes you stare. And for a moment you hold them there. Your gaze traces my body with lust, With desire for what you see, you cussed. Regaining momentum you grab my arm, A half cocked smile with such charm. You tie me up harshly to your bed, Tighten the...