There’s a boy

In his silence and composure

Lies the wickedness

Undaunting,

Begging to burst

Pleading

To act on it’s master’s urge

You must know what it is

We all know

Such a filthy boy

What perverse hands,

You let them roam

A bit too much

You want to control

To manipulate

To dominate

So much

You would use force

To gain what you desire

Filthy boy

Such a filthy body

You will never be sinless

For the invasion of my form

Will always be upon your hands