We Hear the Call
From the cradle bars
comes a beckoning voice
It says you’re spinning
You have no choice
There’s nothing you do that isn’t magic
and you bind my mind
Well, that’s not all that gets tied up
and rope tricks are just a few of your kicks
I might find you’re just my kind
I’m glad you pledged me
the rest of your time
to try
From the cradle bars
comes a beckoning voice
It says you’re spinning
You have no choice
You hear the laughter
cracking through the walls
You’ve sent me spinning
and begging for the fall.
When you cover my eyes
it’s not you wanting me blind
When pulling the belt and cane
it’s not you being unkind
When you employ your hand
it’s not a reprimand
We keep it personal and versatile
the ropes, dear, are reversible.
I don’t think you’ve sent a spirit to possess me
because you want me to be me
freely
And while I said I think of you obsessively
I seldom have sexual dreams of you
because you keep those dreams coming true
Follow in the footsteps
of the ragdoll dance
We are entranced
Spellbound
Spellbound
Follow in the footsteps
of the ragdoll dance
We are entranced
Spellbound
Spellbound
I can’t be sure what kind of web
in which I’m ensnared
What I know is
I’ll gladly stay bound by your beauty
You won’t allow me to be scared
If it’s an enchantment
you used to rob me of my will
Don’t ever tell me
because thrilling you
has been life’s greatest thrill
You’re not looking for a heart to kill
and I’m not getting my fill
If it’s thaumaturgy
you use to seek your fill
Don’t ever tell me
because fulfilling you
is now life’s greatest thrill
Like the day you thought
your toys have gone berserk
If love is illusion...
Well, I cannot shirk
From the cradle bars
comes a beckoning voice
You get me spinning
I have no choice
You heard the laughter
cracking through the walls
You send me spinning
I have no choice
May 29, 2019