Analysis of Utter Submission

If you have a problem then I have a plan
Let me tell you as I gently stroke your hand

I will listen intently to your every word
Your voice will be the only thing heard

Here's a shoulder on which to cry
It will be there till the day I die

My eyes will never on another woman linger
I'm to tightly wrapped around your finger

I live off the warmth of your inner fire
And doing your bidding is my only desire

I'll be your play toy, make me your slave
Teach me how you like to misbehave

What I'm saying girl is there's no cure
This is a love you just have to endure.......