May I touch you?
If only for a moment.
I know you like to be in control
To be honest, I don't mind it at all.

I think about the way your hands feel
When they're tangled in my hair
Calling me, "good girl."
It's the best feeling, I swear.

I have the tendency to overthink
I accidentally hide here in my head
If I didn't know better,
I'd say anxiety was my kink.

May I kiss you?
I press my lips to yours
And sparklers explode

Your palm must hurt a bit
From the way you spank me
It might hurt to sit
But I think it's worth it.

And when you fill me
It's a stretch, to be sure
Pin me against the wall or bed
Or on all fours on the floor

Call me your dirty slut
Call me your pain addict
Call me your filthy whore
Call me your fuckdoll
As long as I'm yours

And when you've come
And have staked your claim
Whether inside me or swallowed
Or painted
May I touch you?