Let me ask you something, real slow
When he touches you, do you ever feel anything?
Or are you just lying there, wishing it was me?
Does he grab your throat when you pull his hand?
Make you shut up and take the command?
Does he talk you through it, low and thick?
Or does he finish fast and call that slick?
Does he spread you out like he's reading a map?
Tongue slow, hands rough, spine on tap
No, baby, he plays it clean while you lay there aching for mean
Does he fuck you like a promise kept?
Eyes locked while your breath gets wrecked
Does he flip you over, bite your back
Then grip your hips 'til your world goes black?
Does he leave you shaking, dripping used
Then pull you close like you're still confused?
No, baby, he don't
But I will
I will
Does he take his time when you beg for more?
Does he stall out just before the war?
Does he pin your wrists while your thighs spread wide
Make you say "Please" with nothing to hide?
Does he know your spots? The ones that burn
Where moans turn loud and the tables turn
He don't own you, not like this
Not with sweat, teeth, and a clenched-up fist
Does he drag you down where the good girls break
Where the beds shake hard and the neighbors wake?
Does he fuck you raw, then slow it down
Just to hear you whimper without a sound?
Does he mark your neck, your chest, your thighs
And say, "You're mine" when you close your eyes?
No, baby, he don't
But I will
I will
You're not built for soft little lies
You're made for bruises, rope, and ties
For hands that force, for words that burn
For lessons taught with no return
Does he take your body like a goddamn throne?
Or does he leave you empty and alone?
Does he make you cry in all the right ways
Then go again just to hear you praise?
Does he say your name like it's his to break
While you come undone with every quake?
No, baby
He never could
But I will