I feel something so right,
doing the wrong thing.
I feel something so wrong
doing the right thing.
For many years she lived the lie,
‘There is no difference between you and I.’
The vanilla world swirled at her feet,
while waiting for The Man she’d meet.
Pretending to care as kisses she spent,
so many kisses came, and then went.
The kind, the loyal, the sweet and the smart,
not one of the ordinary could capture her heart.
How could she explain, “I don’t want your ring,
I need your hard hand if you want me to sing.
I need your flogger, your ropes and your heat,
to hasten my pulse, and make my heart beat.
I need your courage, your strength, and your wondrous arms,
to wrap me up tight, and expose all my charms.
Only then is there freedom, only then will I fly,
shrouded in love, to the glorious sky.
I feel something so right,
doing the wrong thing.
I feel something so wrong
doing the right thing.
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