Shape Me

A Poem by Mason Rayburn

Mold me
Bend me
Shape me
Make me
Into whatever kind of man
You want me to be
Call it whipped
Call it loved
I say I'm smiled on
From above
Let my girl dress me
Let my girl style me
Her being pleased
Is what pleases me
To her I conform
And by her will I am formed
Forever it shall be
I give myself unto thee
Use this body as you see fit
With open arms I welcome it