Dirty Little Bride

Open up that velvet box and tell me what’s inside…
Return to me every secret I ever tried to hide…
Your confessions catch my breath, and I’m fit to be tied…
Give me primal, give me life, take every drop of pride..
I’m at your feet, my sweet Sir; I’ll be your dirty little bride.
….
How fine of you to show up here, caress my fears so sweetly…
…captured me in angel’s chains, like a blood oath while I’m sleeping.

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