A man with so much power
And it was me, he was after
His words were forward and strong
I listened, to every word. Played along.
Idiot! compared the size of his ego to his penis
But soon I'll take all he's said and make them his weakness
Most dinners were spent with him talking
Mostly of his education and accomplishments
But his fears and weakness was what I was stalking
And soon he opened and through me he vents
I now had enough to do what I pleased.
how he wished for a real break and for someone to take his roll
And that night under the Brooklyn bridge I moved in with ease
"Well how about tonight you let me take a little Control"
A little turned to a lot
January months that felt so hot
I controlled everything, down to the food he ate
I even told him when he can and can't masterbate
Sex became less and control became more
But me having control of his thoughts was a score
He worshiped me
He breathed me
He prayed to me
Body of African God and a smile that could kill
But it's little me. The quite one. He plans to add to his will
Puts money in my account residually not by demand
Because in his head. He believes he's my man
He had to move south for work
But distance is fun. And FaceTimes a perk.
You would think the distance would have made a mess
But me plus FaceTime equals the things I make him do behind his desk.
He'll soon be here by the end of the weak
A man, 5 times my size yet still my little closet freak
Don't get me wrong I miss him much
And with this distance. My body craves his touch.
When he's here I don't want him to go.
But these are things I'll never let him know.
Do I love him? No. Do I care for him? Yes
But people are placed in my life like a game of chess
Move you pieces wisely and always have a goal
But most importantly, always have control. Control!
