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The lights are on |
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The tvs off |
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The floors are fleshy silk |
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But sinfully soft |
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Skin glides over silk |
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silk glides over skin |
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The penthouse is alive tonight |
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Theres people writhing in its veins |
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Sunken in the masters chair |
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Lord golds face "a blank survey |
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Women pleasure men at the wave of his golden hand |
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And turn to receive as he waves again |
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The wine is fire |
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The whiskys full of stars |
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Theres a deaf mute in a bunny suit |
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Working the bar |
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The lovers fuck |
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They pulse and moan |
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Passion paying tribute |
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At the foot of a porcelain....... |
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Sunken in the masters chair |
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Lord golds faceaE"a blank survey |
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Women pleasure men at the wave of a golden hand |
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And turn to receive as he waves again |
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Still his eyes are like an empty carousel |
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Promising pleasure but offering none! |
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....she needs him, |
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Watching gazing leering blankly vacant worthless golden perfect |
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Beyond these walls nothing exists |
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Here theres flesh + gold and blood in the wine |
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Outside theres barren emotional landscapes |
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Here we drink, dream + cum inside |
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Here theres no pain |
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Here.....she.......comes |
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Wash off the filth and bring her |
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Shower her body with julep and incense |
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Fill her with jewels covered in cum |
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Sacrificed in his alter of passions |
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The golden day ahas come |
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The lights are all off now |
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And the love growing louder |
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The pink, throbbing and filling the room |
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Indulging the inner, denying the outer |
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Shes brought before he |
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His empty gaze it lingers.... |
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...he beats a cats paw- against a toy drum |
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His golden will be done. |
