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Lavish My Senses
I listen to the gift of his gentle breathing
As I'm blindfolded, chained to the ceiling
His sweat perfumes around me like barbwire
And I taste heaven as I'm fueled with desire
To break free from my leather restraints
But tonight I know he'll accept no complaints
So instead I wonder if he can hear the need in my reaction
Watching me writhe from his dominate yet delicate sensation
Filling our chambers with the aroma of kerosene
Incinerating my flesh with flames of lustful epiphany
And igniteing a lost perception amidst the ashes of my will
Charing away at my resolve and impatiently anticipating the thrill
Of him watching as I'm helplessly bound
While he basks in the ambiance of my every sound
Caressing my thighs with a blade that's contagious
Completely aware of my obvious female fragrance
Emanating throughout the room with a hint of strawberries
As he licks his lips ready for the favorite sin of centuries
He begins to mimic in harmony the erratic crys of my sighs
Fixated with the desperate look in my eyes and he starts getting high
Unzipping his trousers I know he's getting settled
As he bleeds me with the paints of pretty rose petals
Shit.. Hold on hun.. Please wait..
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Light me a cigarette before I just faint
As I'm blindfolded, chained to the ceiling
His sweat perfumes around me like barbwire
And I taste heaven as I'm fueled with desire
To break free from my leather restraints
But tonight I know he'll accept no complaints
So instead I wonder if he can hear the need in my reaction
Watching me writhe from his dominate yet delicate sensation
Filling our chambers with the aroma of kerosene
Incinerating my flesh with flames of lustful epiphany
And igniteing a lost perception amidst the ashes of my will
Charing away at my resolve and impatiently anticipating the thrill
Of him watching as I'm helplessly bound
While he basks in the ambiance of my every sound
Caressing my thighs with a blade that's contagious
Completely aware of my obvious female fragrance
Emanating throughout the room with a hint of strawberries
As he licks his lips ready for the favorite sin of centuries
He begins to mimic in harmony the erratic crys of my sighs
Fixated with the desperate look in my eyes and he starts getting high
Unzipping his trousers I know he's getting settled
As he bleeds me with the paints of pretty rose petals
Shit.. Hold on hun.. Please wait..
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.
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.
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Light me a cigarette before I just faint
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