Good Words

His love

He offers

Freely

But with asterisks

Conditions

Caveats of a sort

There is more

Always to be had of him

Cups will never run dry

As long as I

Am

A

Very Good Girl

His Very Good Girl

Curled around his finger

As long 

As I talk

and taste

and take 

As long as 

I bend

And beg

And break

The way he wants

We stay

On very good terms

Very good turns

His smile

Into

Something

Slightly askew

Turns the lights

Behind those eyes

Dark hard glass

Looking

Though

The secrets of me

Overjoyed

Over his knees

Over

And

Over

Happy to please

These nights

These thoughts wound tight

Tension taut

At the base of my jaw

As the heat in me thaws

My very core

That feeling

That aching desperate needing

My mouth fills

Waters

With

Want

Knees tremble

As my temples

Sing his song

A pulse in my head

At my throat

At my wrists

Give me this 

make it sting

leave that skin

hot, and red

with those gentle hands

the same ones that hold me 

so sweet 

as long as I 

promise to be 

what he wants

what he needs

as long as I 

am never ever bad 

he is glad

to give me love 

freely 

for a fee

of me 

on my best 

me

so very well behaved

with just a taste 

of the

bite in my tongue

that makes 

good 

so very very great