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. 

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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...