Mr Grey

A wolf in disguise by the name of Mr. Grey I am all to willing to be his submissive prey His dangerous game is pleasure and pain Others look at me as if I were insane A dominant presence, he stands on the stage Sweet anticipation as I press against the bars of my cage This is not right, too different and strange Oh, but I can't get enough of these ropes, whips, and chains He shows me worlds not of this Earth I am the drug that satisfies and sparks his thirst Extosy are my wrists containing his seal This is life and what it truly means to feel