Vanja be, my Leather Queen

Vanja be,
my leather queen,
slap with hands my skin pristine.

Take me far,
take me near,
instill in me my greatest fear.

Vanja be,
my leather queen,
slap with hands my skin pristine.

When animated,
the souls are baited,
and i will wait for
backside to be hated.

Vanja be,
my leather queen,
slap with hands my skin pristine.

This ode to be,
this ode to you,
can i see cartoon dreams too?

Vanja be,
my leather queen,
slap with hands my skin pristine,
Vanja take my hands unto yours,
together walk through life's locked doors,
kiss me now and kiss me later,
take me into your "escaper"
Vanja be, my leather queen,
and love me,
my, your dear Kristine.

By Kristine