Mistress Rose

Her manner's warm and charming
Says her name's Enigma Rose
But the warnings prove alarming
As she strikes her lewdest pose

I choose to take a stand
Deciding to hang tough
But then she takes my hand
Says that she plays rough

Says don't give her any lip
Or she'll make me bleed
Says she'd rather wield her whip
And watch me spill my seed

"Sounds okay to me"
I say trying to stay calm
She then ignores my every plea
Until I go off like a bomb.