Choke me,
Choke to death milord,
But choke me
Through your eyes.

Let's lie
Down here,
You know that we,
Had made this bed of lies.

Your softest skin
My feathered sin,
My face, our hands,
Your gaze.

Just choke me
Choke to death milord,
While I enjoy
The chase.

- विशाखा