sweetlynaughty

I sit in the dark as he paints his portrait of us
Dark reds and purples, form into bodies in lust

He whispers in my ear of dark deeds he will soon do
My wrists and ankles shackled, flogging me black & blue

Pain for pleasure are his wicked promises in the dark hour
His mouth will consume me, my sweet flavor he will devour

He will claim me as his with adoration and a collar
I will worship him every day calling him Sir with honor ...