Abney Park

Gentle? I think that you're mistaken
Delicate? I went through that phase
Tender? Want me to say I love you?
Love? I heard it's all the rage
I run my tongue down white marbled flesh
In my hand leather, of harness on breast
Reaching around, I claw at your cheeks
I've bitten at this chest for weeks and weeks and for weeks and for weeks…
Gentle? I think you're mistaken
Delicate? I went through that phase
Tender? Want me to say I love you?
Love? I've heard it's all the rage
I scratch my fingernails under your mane
Endlessly mingling the tingling with pain
I scramble for traction, I'm grabbing your back
Is it love that we're making, or some sick attack?