With lights outside, around the houses and white snowy trees they are lined.
If we were out there we'd surely be cold
So, in here I'm grateful that it is you I hold...

But thats not how this story goes,

He:
Pushed me up against the wall
**** -forceful, yet gentle-
Please,
              Sir*,
                     I want it all

The urge to obey
Is so engrained

But baby I can't help myself today
I want you so bad I can barely breathe
I can feel my pulse all the way
through my shaking body
To the moisture down underneath

Brings me back
To the bed, I know he can't help himself
But strip me of my clothing
And pleasure me to high hell