There is something she has to give
She knows I have to take
Something from those lips
The way they tremble
beneath the whip
the way she's noble
sacrificing, insisting
throwing it at me, gifting
and I can't, I don't
I can't
get my hands
my heart
my soul
around it
enough
to get
enough
so I rage
Blind fury
tiger in a cage
Maniac hurry flurry whip engage
shouting pounding ******* slave
yield to me yield to me yield to be saved
It's only mine when I throw it away
God help me I am so ******* yours
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 5:30 AM UTC
There is something she has to give
She knows I have to take
Something from those lips
The way they tremble
beneath the whip
the way she's noble
sacrificing, insisting
throwing it at me, gifting
and I can't, I don't
I can't
get my hands
my heart
my soul
around it
enough
to get
enough
so I rage
Blind fury
tiger in a cage
Maniac hurry flurry whip engage
shouting pounding ******* slave
yield to me yield to me yield to be saved
It's only mine when I throw it away
God help me I am so ******* yours
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