Dominatrix
burn let it churn
300 pound of flesh and there is no tomorrow
the queen of slow-core porn
killed a man torn between her ecstasy and sorrow
wish on a star
wish in vane
no rug on the hardwood oak floor
made a mess
and now unless she has a back up plan she’s done for
it’s a dirty damn job
sweat and slave
time you gave
check the pockets
dirty damn job
take the bait
dislocate
out of sockets
fantasy faking
relationship want no lip
so tighten the grip and trip out on that
engine engine number 9
bust it open got to make it mine
with that love jones
two tone bone moan
loan it back after grunt and groan
dominatrix
now take a look who’s coming to dinner
the sinner
and not a damn bit thinner
ready to beat his ass ‘til it’s ragged
pull out the bull whip edges jagged
grabs him tight and pushes mushrooms inside herself
deeper than human pin cushion
bind and gag position
off kilter
rush of adrenaline
that built her
up and down and all around
arms legs mouth bound
engine engine number 9
bust it open
got to make it mine
with that love jones
two tone bone moan loan
it back after grunt or groan
dominatrix
and the record skips
over and over and over
engine engine number 9
dominatrix
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