Good Girl

Go ahead mark me with your stain,
claim me as your own
Boisterous bravado,
you think you have it made.

I am a good girl,
never would my heart betray
the hand that strokes me.

I am a good girl,
here—
see my new lacy knickers?
They were bought just for you.

I am a good girl,
I gratify beyond what is comforting.

I am a good girl–
that is what I say,
what I believe.

And it is the façade
you won’t let me break.

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