Her dark satin slip is a sheath,
He lay over her, she beneath,
“Sir, what is your name”,
“Well Jack is my fame”,
A long black knife hums from its sheath.
The Danger of Love
Her dark satin slip is a sheath,
He lay over her, she beneath,
“Sir, what is your name”,
“Well Jack is my fame”,
A long black knife hums from its sheath.
