He likes them dark
And under his spell
She likes them fair
And chained in a cell
He makes them swoon
And then makes them
strip
They dance to her tune
When she cracks the
whip
He fondles and
caresses
And heightens their
desire
She cuts and slashes
And puts out their
fire
He makes them moan
He makes them simper
She makes them groan
She makes them whimper
Some victims try to
fight
But it does them no
good
Our lovers simply bite
And drink all their
blood!
