Get ready for the lady,
She’s gonna be a treat.
Simmer slightly ‘til ready,
Make her soft too, make her sweet.
I kiss the tears off from your chest,
I felt the poison fright
That’s in your breath
I knew your precious life
And I know your death.
I squeeze the love out of your soul,
All the perfect love
That’s in your soul,
You’re just another spirit on parole.
Devil’s Food.....
[note to S&A....just got another whip. this one’s plaited in fine, buttery-soft Arabian leather]
Bloody hell - my gimp suit's at the cleaners.