I have her hair wrapped in my hand
and leave signs on her, my brand.
Smooth as silk or rough like sand
My second in command.
Addicted to power, I take control
Hand around her neck, mine is her soul.
falls into me as one in a sinkhole
She whispers softly. don't lose control
Such pretty eyes rolled back
lost control, must be her zodiac.
Can't get up, she won't have to go back.
Not a problem, let's run it back
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