Suite 407, the door key said
he took me to his place after buying me a drink,
and told me that he is just a cop but
he sure spent a fortune that night

he led me inside and lifted me in his strong arms
threw me with care, on his bed’s velvet sheets
took my hand and tied those in his handcuffs
And whispered gently he wanted to ruin me

he spent the whole night showing me how he loves
and continued with his experiments on my body,
painted me like i was his favorite gothic figure
and loved me till morning, his hickeys on my neck