By Travis Wolfkill (2013)
Submission is in my veins
It is no longer a choice
It feels like destiny, magic
Or some other vice
I was a young man
In middle America
Frustrated with the vanilla
I yearned for a master
Male or female, it didn't matter
As long as it was the kind in leather
Now I've found her
As I kneel to her power
And it feels like hell
If hell were heaven
Without a god or judgement
In my veins I say
I like chains and have
A strange way I play
She understands me
And that is why
She is my master.
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