Wax dripped on flushed skin and blood-ridden kisses
Bright teary eyes and the hit never misses
Latex covered bodies tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things
Cream-colored hands and dark caramel flesh
Moans and screams and begging for only the best
Delicately hanging in the air by a string
These are a few of my favorite things
Girls in white lace with dark leather gloves
Tenderly giving both pain and love
Soft panting gasps that turn into screams
These are a few of my favorite things
When the men bite
When the whip stings
When I'm feeling bored
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I feel so much more
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