Is It Hard To Clean A White Coat

Now grovel at my feet

You raped my mind with your hand caressing my skin collecting drops of fire.

You raped my groans, my tremors, my sighs and roaring Saving Silverman.

You raped my sheets torn to bits and sucked up into your room.

Now I'm on you, you tie, you attack my wrists and you're bound to follow my movements to drink the sweat of my breathless glance.

I rise on your lap, on your arms, waving my warm and sublime.

And you from the bottom you can not help but lower your eyes and remember who is boss and that your freedom depends only on I want you to believe that you're free from me.