Good Boy Poem by JJ Evendon

I watch her sit
and cross her legs.
Her skirt rises
exposing long slender thighs.

The top of her stockings
are laced in black.
Exquisite perfume permeates the air.
Her eyes catch mine.
They smile as if to say:
"You're a bad boy".

I feel caught,
seized by a powerful grip
unable to pull away
from an invisible leash

I am like a dog.
Obedient.
She is master.

I wait.

She clicks her fingers
I go to her.
"Good boy" she says.