Tugged and turned,
Led around on tight strings,
You twitch your hand and my arm leaps fourth,
Grasping at something I did not know I wanted
You let my head drop, and all the thoughts in the back of my mind roll forward
My feet dance with your amusment
and stop on your command
I hover, somehwere above myself, aware I have no control
I watch you pilot me, commanding every limb
I waltz and unfamilar pattern
Always aiming to please.
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