“Who wouldn´t want a good girl, a soft hand, a gentle woman for a gentleman?
“I like how the skin look on your white hands.
I would like you to deliver one of my demands.”
He said, “Every woman has an itch and every nice girl wants to switch.”
He led me in and lit the room with a hundred candlesand said “God never gives you more than you can handle.”
I sat astride his chest, “It is just a thrill,” he said, as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed,
“it is just breath control” “it is just breath control”.
He whispered “Hold me here” and I did and his head fell back.
He whispered “Press harder” and I did and his eyes rolled back.
It is just breath control. Just breath control.
I saw him go pale.
I saw him seize up, I felt something creep up like a taste for this.
Like a reward. A kind of love, a kind of lustmord.
It was a minute then three then five then ten, he wasn´t coming up again.
I held on for twelve.
I saw him seize and thrash and twist and when he was suntil, I lifted away my wrists and looked at my hands and tried to understand.
“It is just a thrill” I said as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed.
I sat aside his chest,
“It is just a thrill” he said, “just a thrill.
It is just breath control.It is just breath control.
Just breath control.It is just breath control.
“When it was over, I slipped off the skins and drowned them in the river where we used to swim
and a year later in a shop, I was stopped by a man.
He said, “I know you are looking for something that is hard to find and I think I´ve what you´ve in mind.” And he led me to a glass case and looked deep into my face….
“It is just control”.