• She entangles me with her vine.
    A bind of domination.
    From the dryad in the rose.

    And she releases her thorns.
    So ravaged is my countenance.
    By the dryad in the rose.

    My cries in pain make her snicker.
    And she makes my pain much quicker.
    She lashes with another bloody whip.
    That she wraps around her hip.

    She walks out the petal.
    And tastes my tainted blood.
    And her lips burn my body like a searing metal.
    And releases me from her snares most broad.

    Believe me when i say.
    That I'm just catalyst for her pleasure.
    For fufilling her nymphomaniacal desire.
    Is my purpose most eternal.
    Although I wallow in pain.
    For her love and joy i would never show disdain.