You love to make me walk with the my ankles shackled, don’t you? You love knowing that every step I take, I have to be keenly conscious of my stride, keeping me ever aware and cognizant of your control over me, The clanking of the chain on the floor
You love to make me walk with the my ankles shackled, don’t you? You love knowing that every step I take, I have to be keenly conscious of my stride, keeping me ever aware and cognizant of your control over me, The clanking of the chain on the floor