Bent to fit my grip

[Verse 1] (soft)

Couch light, TV on, but my eyes only trace your outline

You’re humming with your phone in your hand, but I’m already planning how I’ll redesign

Thumb on your chin, tilt your face till it lines up with my favorite view…

You talk about your day, I’m thinking, “yeah, that’s cute, but I know what that mouth’s gonna do” Knees on the carpet, then I change my mind and drag you back to where I sit

I don’t ask what you want, I just rotate you around until your spine fits my …grip

You reach for my shoulders, I tap your hands down like, “no, keep ‘em where I put”

You don’t even see it yet, but every inch of you is getting rearranged by my ..touch

You’re not a question, you’re a pose I haven’t tried yet

Bend a little deeper, I’ll tell you when you’ve hit it

You bend to fit my grip, not the other way around

I press you into shapes until you barely make a sound

You’re not breaking, you’re just molded where my fingers sink in

You’re the frame, I’m the hands that keep deciding where you’ve been You bend to fit my grip, every angle that I trace

Turn you, tilt you, hold you till obedience’s in your face

You can beg, but begging’s just the background noise I like

You’re the toy and I’m the reason that your edges feel this …..tight

[Verse 2] (soft)

I tilt your head forward, thumb at the base of your neck till your breath cuts short

Then lift your chin higher, just enough that you’re stuck between a plea and a choke in your ….throat

Hips on my lap, but I slide you off-center, make the line imperfect on purpose

You try to find your own rhythm, I pin you in place like, “nah, you move when I surface” Hands twitch up my chest, I catch your wrists and dock them at your sides

“Hold still, don’t help, I wanna feel what it’s like when you only get to ride”…

You whisper my name like it’s some kind of leverage, some kind of key

You’re not a question, you’re a pose I haven’t tried yet

Bend a little deeper, I’ll tell you when you’ve hit it

You bend to fit my grip, not the other way around

I press you into shapes until you barely make a sound

You’re not breaking, you’re just molded where my fingers sink in

You’re the frame, I’m the hands that keep deciding where you’ve been You bend to fit my grip, every angle that I trace

Turn you, tilt you, hold you till obedience’s in your face

You can beg, but begging’s just the background noise I like

You’re the toy and I’m the reason that your edges feel this …..tight

[Bridge] (soft/build)

Every time you reach for more, I move the line back one more inch

Watch you chase the ghost of what you want while I relax and barely flinch

You’re shaking like you’re fragile, but I know better than your spine

You won’t snap, you’ll just remember every place my hands designed….

So hold your breath, don’t move, don’t slip

You only come when you’ve bent to fit my …grip