control

 
inside my lust is an anti-sex monster
who likes to turn me off when I'm feeling it
it keeps track loudly what is wrong with the partner I chose
or it will allow me to get so far, so close to orgasm
then wants me to beg for it and I won't

nymphs and minions who curse the act
it is a ritual within my soul
I am a chaste witch

encountering black magic I must purify
there is a dark artist of the occult who wants to taste my soul
my poetry halls are perfectly scribed and I'm in my sanctuary
no one gets past my wards

I find it amusing when others will do anything to get off
but that won't be me
in the red-light district, there are succubus whores

I've had soul sex and it's out of this world
combined with human sex
I have to be properly summoned
and addressed before my inner vixen is released

she comes dragging your chains behind her
daring you to trust her
fate has brought this date upon us
a taste of danger a taste of leather
blending on the air is lust

desirous of a man of steel
to be broken of will and for a moment
leave me your control

I will feed your doubts honesty
I hate a phony moan
and if you're going to scream
it must be legitimate

wearing nothing but a smile
I amuse myself with your brutality
kissing your pride with my disdain