Their touch it did excite you,your lovers one and all
endless hours of pleasure at your every call.
Laid down on a Vanilla bed,Satin Sheets and Lace,
but lately a familiar look is seen on every Lovers Face.
The hands now are too tender,the touches are missing much,
longing for something different,a slap a bite or such.
To feel the binds of Leather,to feel the Collar tight,
to be made to service,a partner with some fight.
Someday we will find a Lover with Erotic pain,
on that day we will cry out.My Vanilla Flavour is Slain.