Topping from the Bottom

I’d rape her if she’d let me
I’d transgress her if she was only on my side
I’d disobey her with her permission
I’d bind her but my hands are always tied

I would waive all her rights if she’d say it’s alright
I’d be bad if she only knew what’s good for tonight
I’d rape her if she’d let me
I’d transgress her if she was only on my side

Will she order me to make her beg?
Will she torture my mind while she clutches my leg?
Will she worship my feet while she’s caught em?
While she’s topping from the bottom

I’d take her on a journey inhibiting all of her mobility
She’d be passively relieving all of her active responsibility
Phony detesting the molesting
While I carry fame and blame [?] protesting

I’d rape her if she’d let me
I’d transgress her if she was only on my side

Will she be free from every guilt?
Will she let me spill when she’s never spilt?
As I turned a sunken Sodom
While she’s topping from the bottom

Will she live for my every kill?
Will she run in heat as she feels my chill?
Will she find a spring in autumn?
While I’m topping from the bottom

Will our dreams soon be fulfilled?
In this race to submit to each other one's will?
Are we untied when we knot em?
While we’re topping from the bottom