Signs of My Addiction
It’s a sign of my addiction
That I let her have her way.
The little lady’s always in control.
She takes her seat. I kiss her feet
And swear to serve her needs,
A grim obsession shackled to my soul.
It’s a sign of my addiction
That I keep it to myself
And dance with my affliction in the dark.
With one hand placed upon my waist,
The other at my throat,
She leads me where she wants without remark.
It’s a sign of my addiction
That I never get enough.
She turns the screw and I just beg for more.
She cracks the whip. I bite my lip
And whimper with delight,
Each time a little louder than before.
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