Wicked Love - November-7

Put on your leather mask

Don’t say a word

I swear that what you’ll get

Won’t let you down

Ooh wicked love

I’ve got this itch on my skin

Put it to rest

I’m loaded up for you now

I want to forget

Careless flow

Take me into dirt and confusion

We bathe in mire

As if we got no second chance

I wave my whip around until

It cracks on the floor

I dig my nails into your skin

You beg for more