Good Girl Poem by Nicole Delong

I was a good girl.
I waited for you.
You came in and sat down.
Still I waited… patiently.
'Come here' you say.
I came in and knelt down,
In front of you I wait.
'What do you want? ' you ask.
I looked up to you eagerly,
I whisper softly 'you'
You pulled your belt off,
Looping it around my neck, pulling me closer as it tightens down on me.
'Watch, no touching' you say.
You're stroking yourself, slowly.
The pull on me tightened,
As I thought about touching.
'Arousing isn't it… you want it? '
The silence ensued.
You do; don't you, you little slut.'
Again the silence.
I answer you.
'Yes, yes I do; please may I? '
My lips were on you before you could finish.
I couldn't control myself.
It was hard.
I kept until I felt you,
the rush, when you finished.
I took all of you, continuing to try for more.
I needed more.
You sensed it.
You knew it.
'Come here my girl.' You demanded.
Swiftly with impatience,
I mounted you,
sliding you inside me.
I was feral,
I was needy,
Now you're mine.