Tonight, Tonight

I see the rope
I smell the leather
I can feel the sting of the crop
I hear the charged and rhythmic music
People writhing, moaning, and hanging
Collars, cuffs, and leashes
Stilettos and corsets
Gloves and masks
This is not a dream
I open my eyes and smile
I bite my lip and smile wider, thinking of tonight

Tonight, tonight, won’t be just any night
Anita’s gonna get her kicks tonight