And it is the thrash of limbs, in my bed 
That keeps me from sleep, if I could sleep 
It is the musky scent of their sex 
Bodies intertwined, that beckon me 
With identical smiles, they said nothing 
But unsistely kisses 
In the torchlight, in the halflight 
I listen to them come 

"oh, Marguerite, we'll have to submit to his will..." 
"we'll have to submit..." 

Beckoning me, seducing me 
Hand in hand, body on body 
Moist to the touch 
The sweat soaked back that writhes in my hands 
The bottomless eyes, cold grey eyes 
That stare as I come 

And the rasping, ragged breaths and 
The entanglement of limbs 
Trace the bead of perspiration 
That hypnotises, mesmerises 
I inhale the sweetness of 
The innocence that I destroy 
My shadow rises and falls 
To the dance of the torchlight 

Pleasure - delight - domination - damnation