The Spine Chiller

I whisper sweet nothings
do all your favorite things
I hold my tongue when you tell me to
and I dress how you want to see me
I’ll do this forever on a loop just for you
for as long as you could possibly want
I’ll be your favorite plaything
and pretend that you’re my god
but one sweet day
you’ll see what was allowed was decided by me
and I’ll whisk away your authority
with little else than giggling
and you’ll wonder how I’m so different
but actually I haven’t changed
You were always the victim of the situation
thank you so much for playing…

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