My truest self wants
to hear your exasperated voice whimper, yes ma’am.
That’s all I want, your devotion.
Nobody needs you more than me.
My sickest self wants
to make you wait two weeks to hear back from me on whether or not you can let your dick breathe a little.
I don’t want nothing else, just your allegiance.
Nobody craves you more than me.
My happiest self wants
to tie you to a chair, in a basement, with thick hemp ropes, and keep you down there, gagged, blindfolded until you submit.
I’m totally fine with your utter and infinite praise and worship.
Nobody desires you more than me.
My greediest self wants
you to have Stockholm’s Syndrome whenever you see sunlight and you can’t see me.
Nobody prays for you more than me.
That’s all I want, your dedication.
My most righteous self wants
you to ask permission on your knees to be the greatest man among men.
I don’t want nothing else, just your submission.
And even though I keep setting you free
You’ll never find anyone else dumb enough to love you more than me.
I want what I want.
I’m totally fine with just your blood, sweat and tears