in the house of the rising sun

 
you arouse my soul
yes, I feel you there...

in the darkness of my song lured to the edge and fall
your hardness speaks of longing and I burn from the lust of it all
I ache in the harshness of your smile that promises me more pain
the gentleness in me shies, while the masochist in me comes alive

slitted pleasures talk to me of your debauchery
is it my perversion or yours that makes me want you so badly
to taste your need in the sultry torture and be damned for it
my essence is innocence my flesh is that of a Mistress

you bind my mouth first to silence my mind
then my wrists to free me of my power
the heady magic I wield with my pussy pleasures
excites a side of you I know well
I hate this man, yet I crave you there,
right there, where ego and madness meets

your eyes flash at me with warning
you taste my dark rise
suffer not a witch, you know
my smiling eyes say it all

you will find her, the one you seek,
who blushes wildly with thoughts of your kiss
first restrain the vixen
then beat the demoness back

come deeper and feel me in my weaker moments
tempting fate to talk to you
in my dire need reaching for you
arching my back to receive you deeper still within my soul

penetrating my honesty
never letting go