Don't mind the lyrics

He's not a killer but a cunning lover,

One who loves to play the wicked game.

Intimate bonding like couples,

As in casanova's dark mirage of flame.

He wants her, deeply in control,

Into submission, like a devoted slave.

It's the hunger, the thrill to love hard,

His bride to be, his chosen babe.

Her eyes, imprints upon his face,

Held by love, a prison none can trace.

Every touch, the feeling of raw devotion,

Chained and tainted, a deadly emotion.

Sweet love, painfully romantic,

Utterly disgusting yet feels fantastic.

Intense orgasm, slowly fading deep,

Put away to rest, eternally to sleep.