Taste

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I'm not perfect
I'm not a priss
My tale of evolution only started with a kiss

I got bored.
It didn't hold my attention anymore.
I had to push a little further.
Find that secret door.

I've had the whips and chains.
The submissive, the strange.

Kinks such as taboo, humiliation and age.

I stepped a little more,
Hit out a little harder.
Played dirty games... new nun and her father.

Something about me pulls the sweet ones in.
I drown the good quickly, in my world of sin.

Bad boys think they can pinpoint my desires fast
But they have a different role in this movie I've cast

As the main star, I'll tell you what gets me wet.
It's the need in your eyes and the taste of your regret.

I want you to be the little adventurous bunny that I am.
Come a little closer and I'll share the secrets that I have.

Sweet little angel,
Thinking you're big.
I can get you going quicker,
With only the tip.

My needs got them faintin
Guess I'm a child of satan

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