Roses are red
She makes my ***** sore
She is my owner
And I am her *****

Im the property of thee Miss Jazreal
And my best reward possible is her pleasure
I gulp at the sight of her sharp pointed heel
But her kisses at the end are my soothing treasure

I try to be an obident boy
Even though everytime she whips me I whimper and hollar
But at the end of the day Ill still be her feminine toy
Because Im bound to her by both love and collar

Miss Jazreal wears the pants in this relationship and Im proud to say that I wear the *******