Do you hear that sound? It's not the chains it's not the rope it's not the cuffs or the sound of my hopes It's the whisp of the whip slicing through the air. It's the weight as the strap hits me here and there. It's the blush on my skin, it's the color of pain. it's the soft little moan that I can't restrain. It's the look on my face, it's the fear in my eyes. It's the trust that I give you with my life It's the roar of the strength that comes from within It's the sound of submission pulling me in. Pulling me in Pulling me in My submission Pulling me in Can you Hear that sound? It's not the chains it's not the rope it's not the cuffs or the sound of my hopes It's the whisp of the whip slicing through the air. It's the weight as the strap hits me here and there. It's the blush on my skin, it's the color of pain. it's the soft little moan that I can't restrain. It's the look on my face, it's the fear in my eyes. It's the trust that I give you with my life It's the roar of the strength that comes from within It's the sound of submission pulling me in. Pulling me in Pulling me in My submission Pulling me in
