So many a time he had me on my knees,
Telling me I was such a tease,
For I had turned him on, so I had to follow through,
By performing acts that made him feel pleasure to.
But what had I done to turn him on?
Was it me that made his weapon so long?
He had told me to strip, stand naked and bare,
And what he did was touch himself and stare.
So what did I do? Was this pleasure to him?
Was it then my fault, was it my sin?
Did I cause his erection so then I had to fall to my knees,
Was I really a tease?
Or was this another manipulation of his sick mind,
To make me feel it was my fault in any way he could find?
So that I did what he said, so he had control,
Another sick way to poison my soul.
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