Leash

You hold my leash—  
pulling, releasing, always in rhythm.  
Like you were made to tame me,  
like your fingers were written  
for my surrender.  
You hesitate…  
but then you rule me.  
And I tremble—  
not from fear,  
but from the bliss of being owned.  
So go on—   Hmmm~
make me kneel.  
I’ll worship at your feet…  
until it’s my turn.
(Oh~~~ make me kneel... Hmm~~)
You don’t need to chain me—  
your voice is enough  
One whisper, and I’m crawling back  
Begging to be claimed
Say it again, I’m yours again.  
Say it again, I’m yours again.
(Oh~~~ I’m yours... Hmm~~)
You don’t need to chain me—  
your voice is enough  
One whisper, and I’m crawling back  
Begging to be claimed
Your eyes tremble—  
not from guilt, but from the thrill of owning me.  
You pull again—  
not rough, but certain.  
Like every inch of me was made  
to kneel beneath your breath.  
Your touch carves pleasure  
where pain once lived,  
and I shiver at how sweet  
submission tastes.. Hmm~~
when it’s served by your will.  
I never knew surrender could feel like worship.  
But now…  
I crave nothing else.
(Oh~~~ pull me again... baby,, Hmm~~)
You don’t need to chain me—  
your voice is enough  
One whisper, and I’m crawling back  
Begging to be claimed
Say it again, I’m yours again.  
Say it again, I’m yours again.
(Hmmm... Hmm~~~ Hmm...)
Now give me yours.  
I’ll pull gently…  
then make you kneel.
...give me yours.