Shall we play that game that is all the rage
because of that book.
You know the book I mean?
I shall be Mistress,
and you shall be my willing
I have this collar of velvet,
and a leash of silk.
Over there, that divan is covered in fur
as soft as down–I will
lay your naked body face down,
and make you do
I must warn you, though–
I am descended from Machiavelli and De Sade,
and my interpretation of those shades will be a harder kind of
way beyond the sparkle of twilight.