It seems so easy
Hard in fact
To keep your treasure far intact
and to check
The lock of collar on her neck
Black satin caress tender skin
The case for present that you win
A little bird with shackled wings
Rewarded with the golden rings
And link by link they sweetly clink song of the slavery
only the Master owns the key
Under the veil her cheeks are flaming
an honor to be locked up owned
the heavy metal is the framing for fragile mild gemstone.
Now you are shining as a star
As they are hiding every scar
But scars are what the torturer enjoys
And it was your own choice
Sweet song of slavery
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