I am never easily satisfied, Forever wanting more. I could have him twice or thrice a day, And still find a reason to open that drawer.
The drawer that we all have somewhere hidden, that screams our name and houses our sins, The drawer that could be a box under your bed, that is filled with the most deliciously naughty things…
While, on Valentine’s Day, you dream of chocolate and flowers, I dream of whips, masks, vibration and chains. while, for Christmas, you hope for diamonds and cashmere I hope that he will make me come, again and again and again!!!
I cannot begin to explain what it is that has made me this way, all I know is – I crave the Obscene… I cannot start to explain exactly what it is that I need… But let’s start with how loudly you make me scream.