Whiplaw

The mimic of fear, you’re under my control
Get naked on the bed debauchery! Go out!
More bitter, the death is woman
Drink from her chalice and give her your thorn
Every time you’ll be kissed by my whip
You’ll be the virgin, my delight forlorn
I’m hating you!
Strokes to exalt your candour!
Sublime is the colour of cruelty!
I feed your pain and your screams
Now I’m sure someone is suffering for me I can cum
I’m hating you!
The whiplaw is carving your beauty
Dressed by sores, wounds and sperm
The whiplaw exalts my observance
I’m the painter of anguish and lust