Play Me


You play me with a Master's hand.
How could you know those dark desires?
Were you there so long ago?
Perhaps in another life you found
The power to make me want you so.

You consume me in a world I yearn for.
In your words I read my passion.
Flashing red before my eyes.
With your words you send me dreaming
In a world of tender cries.

You own me like the slave I could be.
I yield to the touch of your voice.
I can taste you on my lips.
I anticipate the feel of your hands.
And feel sweet sting of your whip.

For some short time I'm yours to master.
Play me, consume me, own me.

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