you call me your baby, so i might as well act like one i've always been one to bite the hand that holds the milk bottle you wanna see me act out so you have a brat to punish but you ain't seen nothing yet.
i wanna knock you into next week with what i could tell you darling boy throws a temper tantrum, but maybe that's cause they don't listen to what baby wants
if i gotta get hit to earn my hit then i'll do it. i just want your attention, and i want them to see it. cause all they see now is god in the eyes of a boy in the stable stalls
darling boy gets a sugar cube if he behaves well he knows just what to do but he wants you to crack that whip over his yielding spine to make it hurt
so don't speak to me in my precious mother tongue i want to hear the low, sensual note of your sweet 'enchante' rolling off or maybe i want to hear you nicker like a horse.. since you're my friesian, such a beautiful stallion
give me what i want a mass of bruises and scars and they spill out all over the sheets not too hard, just raise your fist and let it fall with the same impact of their words
stick it and twist it see how much i writhe for you darling boy loves it much can you see it in his dead eyes ?
i miss the soft 'sweetheart' of my daddy especially as i see the birthday wishes which read like death notes give me something good to remember
call us the master and pupil the stallion and the foal my eyes glimmer at sight, because the stud and the syringe are one and the same
he doesn't like the disrespect, dongwook, look me in the face darling boy has black eyes and both cold hands on the barrel of the--