Tell me which words to say,
which tears to cry
and when to feel.
Push me around mercilessly,
turn me dizzy with thoughts and
mad with passion.
Order me out of air,
then back in the room,
make me blind to all other eyes.
Lover, deny me that which is crucial,
misunderstand me,
judge these scars
made by your own hands.
Should you question my love?
You shall, you will.
Will my body and abuse it,
ravish it out of me
and into your soul.
Take away my pen,
cut off my voice and
string me along.
I am yours to take,
being in you,
being you.
Destroy me,
rebuild me,
finish me off.
Make love to me.