kinda related to the thread:

Whips Of Leather
This is dedicated to Stuart, cos he asked me to write it.

Each night she beats me 'till I'm at deaths door
Cos most of what she does is against the law.
She uses handcuffs chains and whips of leather
Until pleasure and pain, they merge together.

I'm binded tightly to the bed
And beaten until I'm halfway to dead.
I try to cover my bruises each day,
But the ones on my face will give me away.

Each night I find myself wondering why
I don't just leave and say goodbye.
Then I realise that easy it's not
There's one important fact that I forgot.

I end each night in perfect bliss
Cos I'm just a little masochist.

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