The control and surrender

                                                               «The control and surrender»

                                                        I want you to strip me like a goddess,

welcome me like a blanket,

make me tremble as if the world disappears in an earthquake.

I am everything and I am nothing.

You hold and take away my self-control,

making every part of me forget how to breathe.

If you think I’m beautiful, place your hands where you want,

and I won’t object, and neither will you—

because that’s all you’re going to get.

Make me cry, but not in the way you think.

Do something that benefits us both,

I don’t care if you just have to.

The truth is, I lie, I lie, and I lie,

because if I want you to do it to me…