Sounds like BDSM to me...

I'd love to kill you with a kiss
I'd like to strike you down with bliss
I'd like to tie you up in knots
until your heart stops

I'd love to kill you with a glance
I'd like to put you in trance
I'd like to drug you with my scent
And use you in the moment



I'd love to kill you as you eat
The pleasure would taste so sweet
I'd like to open up your skin
And wander there within

I'd love to kill you by a stream
Where no one can hear my baby scream
And then I'd run away and be free
The sweetest victory



I love to watch you in your sleep
Cause you don't have power over me
And when you're awake I'm undone
Under you spell, in hell

 

Σε αυτή την εκτέλεση απαραιτήτως!!!!!!!!!!!! Γεεεεεεεεεεεεεαααααααα!!!     

 

April is in my mistress' face,
And July in her eyes hath place;
Within her bosom is September,
But in her heart a cold December.

Thomas Morley (1557-8 – 1602)

 

Ε και όχι μόνον to me νομίζω...   
Ε; Ε;

I could not decide between pleasure and pain/
I was begging for you
To treat my body
Like you wanted to....

 

της εποχης μου   

 

"Wishmaster"

Master!
Apprentice!
Heartborne, 7th Seeker
Warrior!
Disciple!
In me the Wishmaster

Elbereth
Lorien

A dreamy-eyed child staring into night
On a journey to storyteller's mind
Whispers a wish speaks with the stars the words are silent in him
Distant sigh from a lonely heart
"I'll be with you soon, my Shalafi"
Grey Havens my destiny

Master!...

Silvara
Starbreeze

Sla-Mori the one known only by Him
To august realms, the sorcery within
If you hear the call of arcane lore,
your world shall rest on Earth no more
A maiden elf calling with her cunning song
"Meet me at the Inn of Last Home"
Heartborne will find the way!

Master!...

Wishmaster
Crusade for Your will
A child, dreamfinder
The Apprentice becoming...

Master!...

 

Hush-a-bye
Don't you cry
Go to sleepy little baby
Go to sleepy little baby
When you wake
You shall have
All the pretty little horsies
All the pretty little horsies

Blacks and bays
Dapples and greys
All the pretty little horsies

Way down yonder
In the meadow
Lies a poor little lamby
Bees and butterflies
Flitting round his eyes
Poor little thing is crying
"Mammy"

Go to sleep
Don't you cry
Rest your head upon the clover
Rest your head upon the clover
In your dreams
You shall ride
Whilst your mammy's watching over

 

Έσβησα τα φώτα κι άναψα κεριά
Τράβηξα στην άκρη την κουρτίνα
να 'ρθει αεράκι σαν παλιό τανγκό
και πως δήθεν θα 'ρθεις σαν μια σερμαντίνα.

Κάθε γυρισμό σου τον σκηνοθετώ
και στολίζω μ'άστρα όλο το σπίτι
Κι όλο λέω θα 'ρθείς και ακροβατώ
κάπου ανάμεσα σ'ελπίδα και σε τύχη.

Έσβησαν οι ώρες μέσα στη σιωπή
σαν ρολόι μόλις ανασαίνω
Πότε θα 'ρθεις πάλι σαν αστραπή
Μηπως δεν υπάρχεις και άδικα προσμένω;

 

Κοίτα να δεις τώρα τι τραγουδούσε η Rosa Henderson το 1923...

HE MAY BE YOUR DOG, BUT HE΄’S WEARING MY COLLAR

I'’m not ashamed to say what'’s in my heart I'’m not ashamed -- to say what’s in my heart
Because I know -- the best of friends must part
You came to me --
you said my dog was your's
You came to me --
you said my dog was yours
I’m not ashamed -- to speak my mind because....

He may be your dog but he'’s wearing my collar
I'’m putting you right
He may be your dog but it’s me he'’ll follow when he wants good exercise....
.....All day long -- you treat him right
But you'’ll find him at my house every night
He may be your dog but he’s wearing my collar
How you gonna keep him home?

I'’m not ashamed to say when I am wrong
I'’m not ashamed -- to say when I am wrong
Because I know a lie can'’t stand up long.
Down in my home to lie is something strange
Down in my home -- to lie is something strange
That'’s why I mean to tell you to your face

He may be your dog but he’'s wearing my collar

I’m putting you right
He may be your dog but it’'s me he'’ll follow when he wants good exercise
He might eat right off your hand
But you can’'t make him beg like mamma can

He may be your dog but he’s wearing my collar

How you gonna keep him home? He΄’s with you each night till six
Then he comes over here and does his tricks
He maybe your dog but he’s wearing my collar
How you gonna keep him home?

 

Βαρύ ρεμπέτικο το πράμα ενίοτε...    

Ορκίστηκα στα μάτια σου
που τα ‘χα σαν βαγγέλιο
τη μαχαιριά που μου ‘δωκες
να σου την κάμω γέλιο

Καίγομαι καίγομαι
ρίξε κι άλλο λάδι στη φωτιά
πνίγομαι πνίγομαι
πέτα με σε θάλασσα βαθιά

Μα συ βαθιά στην κόλαση
την αλυσίδα σπάσε
κι αν με τραβήξεις δίπλα σου
ευλογημένος να ‘σαι

Καίγομαι καίγομαι
ρίξε κι άλλο λάδι στη φωτιά
πνίγομαι πνίγομαι
πέτα με σε θάλασσα βαθιά...