velvet.

i could be a gentle if that's what you required, but don't mistake my restraint for lack of desire.

you pretend to be a good, but I know it’s all a front. the room gets heavy thickened by vice, the virtues we once had lost in the heat of touch.

you say to dance with the devil will do nothing but hurt, yet you continue to pull at the hem of your skirt.

maybe it's dangerous, maybe it'll hurt, but your eyes betray your deepest desires.

pretty pretty princess, you sure know how to please, I think you look your prettiest when you’re down on your knees.