Master, Master, Master Who could it be? A portrait of perfect femininity Your teeth are sharp And your nails are too Master, Master, I won't mess with you
Oh master makes the velvet touch so smooth Her skin begs my company with every move I want her, I want her so much Oh master, master, give me the tongue
Master, Master, Master Your skin so smooth It pulls beneth my tongue with its sliding grooves We want to make your heart beat quickly, love Fall into the pattern of the rapturous one
Master, Master, let me take this now If you're a little scared I'll show you how We'll lie like the angels in this heavenly sigh, and Dance with fire in a heathen's line
[spoken] We stand behind this door, with its black face and black handle; protects the beating heart and leaves the blood to sour within the veins. Is the mirth she offers warmer than the one we abandoned when the door is opened to us? The answer, and the question, are always one in the same. [/spoken]
Mmm, higher Mmm, higher, higher
Master, Master, Master Desperate measures strike I need to make you make me feel real life Reach to taste so sweet the beast Dance a dance of sexuality
Master, Master Come and save me now Take my consciousness and retract my doubt I want you, I want you, I want you so much Give me, give me, give me Give me your touch Your touch...
Compositor: Virgil Roger Du Pont Iii ECAD: Obra #42765527