Earned

I could beg and sweet talk you,
Use everything to convince you
But where's the fun in that, dear?
Where's the appeal of kneeling
Willingly the first time around?
Where's the beauty of arguments,
Of bargaining quietly together
With hushed tones and hot breaths?
Why would I obey mindlessly
Without you convincing me?
Tell me, is that what you're looking for?
Is that what would please you?
Because so far I'm loving the thought
Of me being yours to fight and trap,
Of being yours in ways the others arent...
Of being earned.