I have bounded my worship I spurn your supple limbs Your sinuous
I watch you waiting Flattered by your impatience Torn for wanting
The Game* *I taste the metal hasp, cold steelSpit dripping down
Will you remember When the water reclaims you The wetness we
The Game (2) **Leather on my left cheekYour boot caresses meLeather
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