Freaks come out at night
The Sun sets on a normal day, then the freaks come out to play, those who like a touch of pain, those who love to be used as prey
Tie them up and whip them, let the whip tear into flesh, new marks on old scars, you got to keep them fresh
Nipples pulled, tweaked and clamped, some adorned with chains with weight, food eat off their bodies, a pussy is my plate
Masks to restrict the breathing, you may only have a tube, implements in every whole, all loosened with some lube
PVC or Leather, maybe wrapped in silk or some pretty Lace, outfits of a character, games played at the master's pace
Some like hot wax, i guess it depends upon your kink, they outside world dont understand, who cares just what they think
Because they think you are a freak, who likes to play at night, doesn't mean you are weird, you know they're far from right
Your kink is your way of life, it's a need, a drive, a goal, you need this to feel complete, it helps to feed your soul
Ron
