.The lights are on
The tvs off
The floors are flesh and silk
Both sinfully soft
Skin glides over silk
And silk glides over skin
The penthouse is alive tonight
There's people writhing in it's veins
Sunken in the masters chair>
Lord golds face-a blank survey
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