Owning Onyx
The world of pleasure and pain
Never trying to gain
Control in his domain
Unafraid of any vandal
Knowing what I can and can't handle
Loving the wax that drips from his candle
Teasing, hurting, scolding hot
Keeping it nasty, targeting weak spots
Restrained freely
Feeling needy but greedy
No need to be speedy
Bodies under construction
Commence the introduction
To the slightest seduction
Be the wave causing sweet commotion
Rip the ocean
No preparation potion
Just anticipation
No romantic quotations
Only sweet dictation
And hardcore salvation
Shiver at the slightest touch
Playing, taunting, double dutch
Is there such a thing as too much?
Mind the slip friction clutch
Moving onward, fast ahead
On dangerous ground we plan to tread
Command processing overhead
Expecting amazing results
The professor wisely consults
Giving his student the sweetest insults
Going, waiting for no reply
Take me off to sweet Versailles
His touch I will not deny
Strict commands I can't defy
Squeeze so gently, constricting air
The world is neither here nor there
Only skin remaining bare
For this night he has prepared
Oh, this man is debonair…
Passion thus far has begun to accrue
What this would mean I never knew
His desire presented, bold and true
Teeth exposed, my body in view
Claiming me as his own
Sitting upon his castle's throne
He is my rock of alabaster, my stone
For he is the Master
And I am the carved statue
Molded and made as his
Never trying to gain
Control in his domain
Unafraid of any vandal
Knowing what I can and can't handle
Loving the wax that drips from his candle
Teasing, hurting, scolding hot
Keeping it nasty, targeting weak spots
Restrained freely
Feeling needy but greedy
No need to be speedy
Bodies under construction
Commence the introduction
To the slightest seduction
Be the wave causing sweet commotion
Rip the ocean
No preparation potion
Just anticipation
No romantic quotations
Only sweet dictation
And hardcore salvation
Shiver at the slightest touch
Playing, taunting, double dutch
Is there such a thing as too much?
Mind the slip friction clutch
Moving onward, fast ahead
On dangerous ground we plan to tread
Command processing overhead
Expecting amazing results
The professor wisely consults
Giving his student the sweetest insults
Going, waiting for no reply
Take me off to sweet Versailles
His touch I will not deny
Strict commands I can't defy
Squeeze so gently, constricting air
The world is neither here nor there
Only skin remaining bare
For this night he has prepared
Oh, this man is debonair…
Passion thus far has begun to accrue
What this would mean I never knew
His desire presented, bold and true
Teeth exposed, my body in view
Claiming me as his own
Sitting upon his castle's throne
He is my rock of alabaster, my stone
For he is the Master
And I am the carved statue
Molded and made as his
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