i met her in the matrix
a dreadlocked dominatrix
the leather and the latex
the feathers and the fake tits
as hot as the the saraha
she wore a gold tiara
she said her name was sara
and she never knew her father
a masochistic painslut with a switch between her thighs
it takes a certain kind of eye to see through her disguise
she requires a human sacrifice to enter her domain
and somewhere in the space between the pleasure and the pain
we danced arounds the sirens
every one of us an island
her consent was her silence
is this sex or is it violence
a nymphomaniac playmate
or maybe she was jailbait
the evening ends in stalemate
or maybe just a date rape
and no-one seems to know just where the line is any more
you cannot quite make eye contact when face down on the floor
you cannot speak a safe word with a gag stuffed in your mouth
and once you've come inside this deep there ain't no getting out
i met her on the same night
on the pages of a pay site
we faked another playfight
from dusk right through to daylight
my mission was to find gold
and multiply it ninefold
her eyes were black and ice cold
as she then applied the blindfold
and when she took the blindfold off the landscape had all changed
suspended from a podium and locked inside a cage
there's millions of people here but i feel so alone
the carnival proceeded and i never made it home