There are times when you feel, like you'd rather not be the one behind the wheel. Stare deeply, into my locked gaze. They never shift from your sight. You will never free yourself from them. For In them, lies your truth. Sink. I pull your strings with my soft spoken, sensual word play. You've been drifting, seeking out what can be found in my presence. In my gaze. You are left vulnerable, you will do anything. Your mind is in the palms of my hands To mold, manipulate. You are merely a passenger, you are mine to keep.

There are times when you feel, like you'd rather not be the one behind the wheel. Stare deeply, into my locked gaze. They never shift from your sight. You will never free yourself from them. For In them, lies your truth. Sink. I pull your strings with my soft spoken, sensual word play. You've been drifting, seeking out what can be found in my presence. In my gaze. You are left vulnerable, you will do anything. Your mind is in the palms of my hands To mold, manipulate. You are merely a passenger, you are mine to keep.