A glove to fit a circular argument

I’m overjoyed when I see you again, domme morrigan, sub phantasm

Your submissive – that’s me, happy my phantasy, being your crazy wannabe

You say what’s to be, I locked myself inside you, threw away the key

The key to being happy, if you’d take me, but I belong to you already

Such circular reasoning suits me, I’m unruly, I’ll rebel into slavery, allow me or not

So there’s no choice for us – love fits together snug, a happy glove, domme and sub