i'm so bad and rough, handcuff me to bednthinking it'll turn me on a little bitnchecklists of fantasies in a necklace, bracelets and ankletsntangled up in blankets, cat calls to bang itnstill so wet, until we're coming in the shower out of her silky silhouettenover the deep end steaming in a pool of pillow sweatnni feel like screaming!nntwist my wrist, til i shoutnshe doesn't have to take my wrist and twistnit's worth a risk, she likes it loudnni cross my heart, hope to die, what's with the rope tied to her thigh?nndoing little mini strips as she skinny dipsnshe's star fire, sharp as barb wirenviolently barbaric as we lose it, violet air thickens so lucidnas violating muscles in our bodies loosenednshe'll roar louder than hells angel bikers, purring like kittens of tigersnpouncing on, bouncing on top is right where i like hernnsay the safety word for comfort with a cherry on top...nntwist my wrist, til i shoutnshe doesn't have to take my wrist and twistnit's worth a risk, she likes it loud