In the dead of chamber where shadows dance and play
The crack of the fog breaks the silence of the day
Strikes a falling cadence, a rhythm pure and strong
In the dance of sensation where we both belong
And the echoes of each lash where the skin meets the cord
Every sting is a promise, every touch is a reward
Surrender to the beat, let the rhythm take its toll
In the flogger's embrace, I lose control
Rhythm of the flog where the sensations intertwine
In the cadence of the strikes, our spirits align
From the gentle to the harsh, every hit a song
In the dance of the flog where we both belong
Pass of the leather, the intensity grows
Bound by the rhythm where the pleasure flows
Your hands guide the flogger, the dance is in your command
In this ritual of striking where we both belong
And the echoes of each lash where the skin meets the cord
Every sting is a promise, every touch is a reward
Surrender to the beat, let the rhythm take its toll
In the flogger's embrace, I lose control
Rhythm of the flog where the sensations intertwine
In the cadence of the strikes, our spirits align
From the gentle to the harsh, every hit a song
In the dance of the flog where we both belong
And the echoes of each lash where the skin meets the cord
Every sting is a promise, every touch is a reward
Surrender to the beat, let the rhythm take its toll
In the flogger's embrace, I lose control
Rhythm of the flog where the sensations intertwine
In the cadence of the strikes, our spirits align
From the gentle to the harsh, every hit a song
In the dance of the flog where we both belong
Rhythm of the flog where the rhythm starts to fade
In the quiet aftermath, our connection is displayed
Bound by the pleasure and the echoes of the night
In the rhythm of the flog, everything feels right
With each pass of the leather, the intensity grows
Bound by the rhythm where the pleasure flows
Your hands guide the flogger, the dance is in your command
In this ritual of striking where we both belonged
And the echoes of each lash where the skin meets the cord
Every sting is a promise, every touch is a reward
Surrender to the beat, let the rhythm take its toll
In the flogger's embrace, I lose control
Rhythm of the flog where the sensations intertwine
In the cadence of the strikes, our spirits align
From the gentle to the harsh, every hit a song
In the dance of the flog where we both belong
In a steady beat of impact, our pain and pleasure merge
Bound by the rhythm's flow, we're lost in the surge
Every strike a testament, every lash a new embrace
In the rhythm of the flogger, we find our sacred space