[Verse]
His grip is firm as he leads me through
To the red-lit room where desires brew
The air is thick with lust and heat
Bodies moving as in a primal beat
This isn’t me—I don’t belong
But his hand is firm, must I go along?
She stands in latex catsuit, tight
Preparing herself for me tonight
[Chorus]
To the red room, I was forced to go
What stirs within me—I’m afraid to know
The crowd looks on; it’s her and me
Lost in the red room I was meant to be
[Verse]
She shines beneath the crimson hue
Her beauty stirs what I thought true
The 3-way zip slides mmm the way
By my hands or hers, I dare not say
I falter, torn between fear and thrill
But his grip is firm; it force's my will
Her legs lock tight; I can’t escape
I’m molded now to fit her shape
[Bridge]
The latex squeaks as she pulls me in
Her cries erupt in a song of sin
Her thighs lock tight, her body shakes
A final gasp is all it takes
Her glove within, she fits my mold
My body moves without control
The room observes with knowing eyes
And he just nods, as if satisfied
[Chorus]
To the red room, I was forced to go
What stirs within me—I’m afraid to know
The crowd looks on; it’s her and me
Lost in the red room I was meant to be

God Didn't Make Us Equals (An Ode to Colt)

Martin Larsson

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