nod

 
cater to my will I don't mind
it is a selfishness in me
I try to quiet her bossy voice
but it's no good
I am who I am

a spoiled girl

until you set me straight
and I'm left wanting
hanging on your words
I lap them up like cream

you withhold and I lose my grip
my need outweighs my sense
you feed the fuel and I'm in flames

you give me cutting looks
this encourages me further
you would think there were red flags
but your antagonistic ways turn me on

your stoic demeanor tells me I've touched a hot spot
your curt nods incite lust
I buckle under the weight of your stare
the curl of your lip is cruel
I wonder do you bite when you're really excited

craving your disapproval
will I ever get my way?