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