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 You love it when I take control,

ordering your clothes off,

tying you to the bedposts,

rope burn on your wrists and ankles.

You love it when I drink you up

with my lustful eyes

and my lascivious tongue.

I whisper salacious words in your ear

as I ease myself inside you,

and you whimper my name

with honey in your voice.

You find Nirvana in each breaking,

a beautiful new heaven in each death.