I Will Behave

If you were to snap a collar around my neck, snug cotton, the cold press of metal rings, my knees would fold like poorly structured paper airplanes. Maybe I'm some kind of desperate pervert for even entertaining the thought- but if I were yours, I would behave like the best trained dog at the dog show, I swear it. You could kick me all you like, I'd only whimper, Dear. If you asked me to, I would bite you. I would bite you so well, until blood wept from your skin. and I would clean up after myself. I would lick it up, I would lick so hard it would leave bruises in the places your blood spilled down your body. Honey, Honey, Honey - that's what you would taste like, and that's what I would call you, Honey. I would be the very best at being yours. The best trained dog at the dog show. I'm a stray without your pleasant tug, chained oh so well around your hand. You can pull me closer all you like, and if I gasp, I am only gasping at the sensation that fills me when I press up against your knees. Don't worry, I love it, its what I live for. Its what freaks and creeps and animals like me live for. Make my face go purple, Love. I'll behave. I'm the best trained dog at the dog show.