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.