Submit To Me Part Two

I want you to wear me out like your favorite pair of pants
The ones that form perfectly to your body
The ones that you never want to take off

I want you to think of me as your favorite food
Eat me every time you get the chance
I want your mouth to water from such satisfaction

I want you to remember me like the time when you were a virgin
Always thinking of the sex you could be having
Always looking at every perfect ass that walks by

I want you to think of me as your dying flower
The one that that you nurture till its death
The one that you remember for it's beauty, posture, and color

I want you to think of me as the air that helps you breathe
The air that every smoke you tok, could contaminate me
The air that every naughty words you say, could taint me

I want you to think of me as you
Dress me to make others proud and even smile at me
Nurture me as you would do yourself; as If I were a part of you