Your submission is my perversion
I need the friction, frisson, a mission
To get the sick thrills that I love
At night I slip outside as I stride with pride
Inside the dark side
Desire, like a foot in a leather glove
There is no greater thrill I know
So grip the whip and start the show
We want it hard We want it fast
Everyone’s paying the fee
We want it here We want it now
I want what’s coming to me
Give me leather
Crave the lash of ash on flesh
Paying cash from a stash
I flash when smashed
In the grime of the neon show
The underworld unfurls in curls
Of showgirls with dirty pearls disturb
As I laugh at every stinging blow
A shortlist of the things I like:
Whips and chains and motorbikes
Axle grease and collar spikes
Sadists who are businesslike
Slipping out in dead of night
I’ll pay a man to have a fight
In the dark with narrow eyes
I watch the violence fetishise
In the morn with dawn
I’m gone the line drawn
Returning to the home to my spawn
I keep my nose nice and clean
And if we meet on the street or greet
Looking neat you know I won’t miss a beat
You’ll never know I’m obscene
