Submission forms in drips,
As wax melts onto skin.
Domination is the word,
That has led me to this sin.
I need to take control of you,
Make your every move for me.
Tantalise and tease you,
As I take your skin in my teeth.
Bite down hard upon,
The spots that make you shiver.
Then run my finger nails down your thighs,
And watch them as they quiver.
I will hold you captive,
Tie you up in restraints.
Resistance is futile;
I won't listen to any complaints.
I can tell by the heat that rises,
From the wax as it boils upon your skin.
That you want me to be the one,
To deliver you into this sin.
Notches on the bed head
Will keep the score.
As I untie your wrists
And throw you to the floor.
Every move you make,
Now is made for me.
Domination is the word,
Of this my fantasy.
