Deepest Afflictions to Random Speculations

Drown

Is it strange that I want to drown myself in you?
Oddly enough, I've had my share of gentlemen—
They like to worship me, and treat me like I'm glass.
It's you, this dangerous and mischievous boy
That makes me feel powerful too,
And yet I want to drown in you regardless
Because even drowning in you feels like freedom.

I want your hands all over me,
Pressing into my hair, my hips, my thighs, my neck.
I want you to tie me up, because I trust you
And yet even bound, I feel in control,
Because I know you'll listen to what I tell you.

I want to tie you up too, I quite like the idea of being able to tease you
Without you flipping us back over in your impatience.
Because you're drowning too.