Embrace me deep.
Feel my heat.
Listening, sweet.
Rough lips, come cheap.

Caress my soul.
Comprehend me whole.
Eyes in your control.
Just one of your sheep.

Think I'm a fool?
My mind under your rule.
Not malicious, not cruel.
But yet my heart will weep.

You came from foreign blood.
Alive in solid mud.
Observe me like wasted crud.
Yet, yearning lives inside.

Pathetic. Not atoned.
Your hands persuaded and condoned.
Now I'm left for dead, alone.
Somehow I understand your thrill ride.