A Servile to Whoever
I could be that you call submissive.
You could own me and be possessive.
I don’t belong to anyone.
But if you come and have me alone,
I could kneel all you want—
Ask your dominance, I pant.
I’ll serve you long ‘til you seek.
Torture my soul won’t I speak.
You could make me your rose,
No thorns and good for your nose.
Tie me with you through eternity,
I’d dress up all for you all pretty.
I could be a slave to whoever,
I put my will to your whatever.
But don’t lock those who forced,
They’re built to serve, but I oppose.
You could kill me every resurrection,
But don’t put them in your sanction.
