I wish to be bound to you, and slave away under your tongue. To squirm under your glare, to sit at your command, be the back that arches under
your hand. Gripping at my soul, immovable by sole desire and purpose, I'll submit as the wild in me howls furiously. I wish to be your tool, your solace,
your crutch and your accomplice. And with lips that profess nothing but love, poison what is mine so that once I am leashed to your side, there will be
no antidote but I. With eyes that scream adoration, seduce the sovereign.
I wish to be, nothing but we.
I wish to be, the death of thee.