Giving Her What She Needs
Though silent, I can see your true need.
Your eyes are gazing fawn-like in a stare,
As you almost look right through me.
I've seen it before, my desperate one,
Without a word you cry out in longing.
You need to be held, you need to be told,
To be controlled, to know you belong to me.
Yes I see it all, for such is the man,
Who's been given charge over you.
He knows your needs, he knows your wants,
He knows exactly what he should do.
The doors are now closed an...