Chris Bleakney

Control Freak

You call me a control freak

Maybe I am

Is it really so bad?

You pretend not to like it

But as soon as my hand

Slightly tightens around your throat

I see a different woman in your eyes

Your reluctance to obey me fades

The submission of your mind begins

It’s a release for you

In that moment you completely understand

Your role makes perfect sense

Your desire for pleasure

Out weighs your pride

Your vulnerability excites you

You become dependent on me

And I always deliver

Now you belong to me