Your luscious whispers promise flesh
The night our host,
Your price?
My jest...

My jest, my joke, my dirty secret
No offer made,
Shall ever breach it

Kiss me hard, touch me there
Riddance whore!
Your ears won't hear


For buried deep,
No soul can peep
Upon this dark charade I keep


The pleasure, the pain
They blend the same,
The colors may skew,
But never my view

So close to know, though beyond your grasp
Not out of rage,
But to defend my ass!

Your guess is mine, if mine were lies
But if you're right,
Why should you mind?

So force me not deny this feat

For buried deep,
No soul can peep
Upon this dark charade I keep