I promise I am.
I try so, so hard
Is that what you want me to be
Daddy’s good little girl, obeying your every need because I want to. I have a need to.
No one ever deserved that before but you…
you do, don’t you.
When I say what you want to hear because I know exactly
what you want.
When I give you whispers as my gift to touch you in places you need to be stroked as I lift
your senses to places you thought long and hard about
I am not a good girl. You’re smiling now because
You know it’s true. That you
with your dark secret utterings of forbidden things
that ring hot and true for me and my own little dark corners of desire that I can stoke with my own fingers in fire as my own twisted mind calls me a liar because I will succumb to them and come
closer to you with my hidden needs to be
hurt so, so good but only from your hands. Those hands will love the naughty me.
She needs you the most and not ghosts of forced fakery and controlling brain washed mockery ingrained deeply where my self love should be. Put yourself there and don’t…move. Just breathe with me and wait
I need to be
pinned down by this crown of holy badness that I wear so well, don’t you think. Needing to hear
words I used to fear but clearer than the muddy past is a throbbing need to pound and cast
out the similitude of a good girl as You call me all the names
and I crave to have drip
from those lips of yours
If only you’d just put them right…
Yes…and you know already…pull that hair and own me good and hard
Because I am a good girl.
I promise I am.
But I can do so many
bad things to you
for you because you make me lose this sense of self that others placed high upon a shelf of manipulated truths, loose now
and ready to plummet because fuck the lies
I’ll do what you say, obey your wants that are mine.
I’ll say a little ‘no’ to feign a stimulated resistance to your insistence that I suck down like the last gasp of air I’ll ever fucking take, as
you kiss my lips and mark me with your mouth…devour my neck and slowly
lines of sex-verse written with moist fingers just for you.
You want me
just how you found me,
and how I sound in your ear as I say take me and hold me and pound the good veiled girl into oblivion and just take all of this wet need from me and taste it, taste it good and deep and
Sweep me off my feet
as I crumble into explosions on and on and on until I say stop, please
I’ll never say stop.
Because I am so very, very bad sometimes baby
But if you want I can be a good girl…
as I lick your mouth nice and deep
But only if you’ll keep my
I’m a good girl,