Therapy

Therapy (Good Clean Fun)



Wizend & Worn
Where would you have gone
If all those little things had added up for you?

Saddled & scorned
And tied up till the dawn
Release had never come so hard for you.

Straddled & burned
Until the worm has turned
Redemption of the child that never learned

Cries in the dark I heard
I still feel the pain incurred
The fire goes out long before the memory.


         Set up & dress up & open up to me
         Take you down for some foul play
         Tied & striped like a tiger baby
         Theraputic slavery
         A couple of hours of extreme
         Then take you back & get you clean
         Try and clean your dirty mind
         But not even I could get inside.


Wizend & worn
Your underwear torn
Cut apart to open up your energy

Set upon your lust
And bearer of your trust
The lights go down & she begins your therapy

A chasm in your mind
Filled behind your eyes
With visions of your undiscovered lives

Lived in another time
Separated mind
A journey to your soul with every twist of the binds


         

After the shock
What did you do?
Awakened to the things you never thought you knew

Opened and defiled
But excited like a child
And released from all your baggage for a day or two

Rushing on the pain
Or have I gone insane?
It’s counter to the natural order anyway

Can you now return
And will he notice you have learned
Of the alternative to his vanilla love?