Slave (mf)

I think you like to have me on a string

Knowing you can hold me in your hand, twist me round your finger and put me in your pocket

I tell myself it isn’t so, but I know what I am
Flush with your words in my head and thirsty for more

Caught in the memory of your eyes, the shadows in them when you fucked me…

The hours of pleasure we could inflict on each other until we were ragged

The way our bodies fit like we were made to drive each other crazy

And we do

We fucking do

But at the end of the day, you’re the one in control and you know it;

You can hold me in your hand, twist me round your finger

Or put me in your pocket and forget me for awhile

And I’m helpless like I’m bound there

Waiting for my next taste of you