A starling dressed in leather
Makes things all the better
To bring all the more pleasure
Deep inside your darkest desires burn inside
You can see the flames in her eyes
As she can no longer hide the demon within
As she slowly unleashing the fury from within
Loudly you scream in the delight of pain
As the cries are but in vain
Slowly she chained the poor soul to the wall
As this soul looked down upon his dominator
She raised her hand high
But to only to grab the nine tails on the wall
As the fire in her eyes burns as bright as a mid summers night
She but unchains him from the wall only to stand where he falls
Towering above him with a grinning delight the forgoer has given up the fight
And is at but the mercy of his dominatrix
As she begins her second round
The candle embers dance around
Strike after strike
Making them both cry in delight
This is but a full moons night
The darkest delights come but alive
Slowly he is tied
Only he is to find himself locked inside a dungeons tomb
With her tools of the trade marked around the room
The rapping of her boots on the cold hard floor
Only to find he is in a forlorn tomb