Black leather is not for everyone But you wear it so well its my favorite Second only to when you wear nothing Except that devilish grin of yours Biting your lip holding back your tongue That makes promises I know you’ll keep When the lights are down and silence Is something forbidden in these hours When the sounds of pleasure fill the night Interspersed to prayers to the gods For sweet deliverance from purgatory Between each of our little deaths
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