A Servile to Whoever
I could be that you call submissive
You could own me and be possessive
I don't belong to no one,
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
