As if this bed was built on burial grounds
She gets possessed when we fool around
Tears at my flesh and pulls on my hair
Sometimes we're in leather, sometimes we're bare
Finds a spot that she loves and sinks in her teeth
Beats me into a well seasoned meat
It's not just doing the things she commands
Blindfolding my eyes and tying down my hands
Worship her shrine until my jaw muscles cramp
Smile as she pulls out the whips and the clamps
This lustful phantasm that's been haunting me
Cruel vixen I conjured from beyond the t.v.
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