in my grip I grab hold of your hair hold you firmly there tormenting just sufficiently tightening my grip tenderly I'm making you want more until you can't stand to go on you tremble, beg me for mercy on the verges of lust and agony and you do your utmost give me all you've got forget yourself entirely to nirvana you will take me my back arching my nails scoring your skin the spice of life are tasting ecstasy and pain