I am a thing to you
A beast to mount and rule
A snarling, growling, wild man
Who scrapes and bites and drools

You let me in your bed at night
And let me have my way
But it is all a farce you see
I know just what I may

A brut I am and don't deny
Though tame and fiercely leashed
The rules are very clear to me
The beast I must keep sheathed