a puppet on a string,

you can pull my cord,

make me do anything.

You touch my body,

I think of sin,

and even though I don't want to,

I am back in your bed again.

I am your living doll,

putty in your hands,

you change my look,

make me a different man.

You touch my mind,

with your fiery brand,

and even though I don't want to,

I am at your beck and call again.

I am your living doll,

made of flesh and blood,

you make me fear,

make me run.

You touch my heart,

with your uncanny ways,

and even though I don't want to,

I am in love.

CALDER WOLFE