Make it dirty, make it slow,
Keep the rhythm dark and low,
Grind and rub all hot and wet,
Perfume my heat with lust and sweat.

Paradise is right at hand
And whip and cane and rope and brand,
Heaven is in your touch and taste,

I can try to struggle, try to escape,
Unlock the handcuffs, peel off the tape,
But I can’t get away from the chains of love,
Soft as a feather, tight as a glove.

 With Love Always  Sir   Lts♥

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