Does He?

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