Sweet love
you've got your grasp
and it's holding on
oh so tightly
(but I'm so willing).
Choking back thoughts
making my mind
go
blank.
(I wanted this though.
I love this torture)
The room is spinning
and I hear whispers
"my dear, my love,
my life."
(My slave, my victim,
my corpse)
Those piercing blues
(red hues)
have got me
captivated
(mesmerized
you control me.
Love is my one
master.)