Quiet, girl, you talk too much!
Tied tightly her hands against her
Thrashing body, can't sit still.
Shhh, give it a minute, this feeling will pass,
this urge to loose control,
another minute, another minute,
I'm right here with you, baby.
Don't fight it, just ride it-
Out, another minute, breathe,
Slow, deep, stop the imagination,
Imitation, emasculate this desire,
Confine, vanquish, conquer.
Can't let it have control, rule,
Dominate. Rise, phoenix, rise.
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