Safely landed, arrived he has T’nit, his hands, Toy of Sense, my ass Rebellious i have been To him, a total sin Training nite it will be Hope he’ll be gentle with me My skin, touched by his strings Sweet, soft, unexplainable pain he brings You want more?, a firm tone of voice Like i said, i have no choice Anger, passion, throws me down breaking to pieces arround his crown Loving, caressing, taking care of me Safe in his arms, the place i want to be
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