Buildings

If you were a sky scraper
I would make chicken little scream
"The sky is falling"
As I crashed to Earth
Never make you simply reach for me
I would rather be an office worker
9-5 grind
if I could only be within your frames
I'll be your secretary, sir
bend me over your desk
and rip the seam off my pencil skirt
as you fuck me over paper work
fuck paperwork
  Literally.
Love me, want me, I'm yours to take
Does that make me weak?
BDSM
That word scares me
But I kinda want you to own me
Master, can I call you that in bed?
Because when you give me orders
I can't breath
That soft, rusty voice
makes me so fucking wet
Fuck me so hard
We go back to the stars
Figure out whether
it's all projection theory at last.