The sex war and the truce
Ripping all your clothes off, my passion for you burns, tonight I'm gonna take you hard, do the things I yearn
Tie you up, pin you down, throw you on the floor, have you on all fours, so we can fuck real raw
Do away with romance, no need for a soft romantic touch, I'm gonna treat you like a whore, I will own your crutch
Get out the sex toys, put clamps on where I choose, tonight you are my sex slave, you're bodies mine to use
Fingers buried in you, juices flowing down your thigh, everytime you get to cum, you release the cutest sigh
But tonight I don't want cute sighs, I want to hear you scream, call out my name real loud, you are my sexual Queen
I'll control your breathing, a belt around your neck that I can pull, I know that is your favourite thing, tonight you'll get it all
All your darkest fantasies, all of my dreams too, mixed in one night of sex, I'll give them all to you
Leave feeling raw and sore, abused in every way, aching from the battle but the scars will fade away
But once our war is over, there always is a truce, once I've untied you, once I've cut you loose
Then I want you in my arms, it's time for aftercare, to show that I adore you, for you I'm always there
Be there to protect you, to hold you safe throughout night, to be your guardian against the dark, to make things safe and right
For after we have played our rolls, the war was just a game, one things that will never change, one thing remains the same
And that is that you are my babygirl, though you live inside a dream, I will be your poet King and you will be my Queen
Ron
