Whip کے بول

I’m secure When you tie me up You’re obsessed With these chains of lust To satisfy I don’t need a ring I’m hypnotized As I cry and scream I’m on my knees, will you make me yours I bite my lip, behind the closed doors I will be good, for bruises and sores You’ll break me down, I’ll always endure The coldest touch Burns my flesh I feel your voice Upon my neck To crave your lips I’m on the cusp I won’t get my way As the leather cuts I’m on my knees, will you make me yours I bite my lip, behind the closed doors I will be good, for bruises and sores You’ll break me down, I’ll always endure I’m on my knees, will you make me yours I bite my lip, behind the closed doors I will be good, for bruises and sores You’ll break me down, I’ll always endure I’m on my knees Will you make me yours