The Controller

The Controller

You push my buttons to turn me on,
Your beautiful disgusting mouth entices,
Her language like a trucker sounds so vulgar,
It captivates me,
Be my remote controller and control me,

To you I am a slave,
Your wise words cutting so deep,
The dirt from your foot bottoms tracked across my heart,
That tender mind you never speak I long to hear,
I do your bidding's as you lay soundlessly asleep,
Be my remote controller and control me,

Disgraced kisses feel like slaps to the face,
I marvel at how her bodies shape is so tasteless,
Bland to the nose her scent never lingers,
I am the servant that longs for freedom,
But to be her captive only completes me,
Be my remote controller and control me.

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