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 *******

I don't know why I do this to myself
The racking of my brain is as
loud as a baby at 4 AM
I'm telling myself the obvious
to keep myself quiet and obident.

I don't know if I'm gonna make it
On days llike this when I want to sleep
the world away wishing
I could rest my head where I really
want.

You see we were perfect once
But the feelings I hold close
are too radical to share with you.

You want me to open up,
But I cannot tell you these things,
children's whispers,
Shadows in corners,
You don't know what I really think

No one does.