a femme's best friend
his leash held in her right hand
a loyal pet that's always willing
so let's engage in something thrilling
if I have any doubt or care
I will take liberty to grant you strain
explore the nuances your skin can take
I paint it with my whip and with my chain
the bottom is the home I gift to you
your frail faith held in my hand
the will lies broken on the floor
so follow softly my direction
the path of pain to make you whole
descend from all faux glory,
descend down to the floor
I grant you life
a new life as a dog
be silent now
you don't know how to talk
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