I Think, You Will

Will you whimper?

Beg for more,

Beg to stop,

Plead, implore.

Will you let me use the rope?

Keep you from escape,

Do my thing,

Leave you’re soul raped.

I think you will,

Give me my free hand,

You’ll leave me to fulfil,

Each and every demand.

I think you might,

Cos you need like me,

You’ll let me break you,

To set your soul free.