-THE COMMANDER-

Unzipping his pants

Lapping up a beer

Licking his lower lip

He beckons,

"C’mon over here"

He gives me his present

To prove me all his love

His passion never priceless,

Can I ever pay enough?

He loves my sweet surrender

Moulds and rubs till I am warm

Giving even less

The more I can’t perform

Or sing the songs he wants

When my voice can’t keep in tune

His hands around my throat

Pop my heart like a balloon

I live under his thumb

My battle lost and his is won

Do I have the strength

To make some distance if I run?

The truth just can’t be hidden

Behind his motions to console

The only love he has

Is one for pure control