I have but one goal,
Follow your lead,
To do as I’m told,
To sit silently and wait,
Or writhe wildly and call.
I promise I’ll be a good girl.
Please don’t deny me,
I’ll be a picture of discipline,
The training is never truly complete,
Appropriately presenting,
The scene is set.
I want to be a good girl.
With eyes closed,
Lips parted,
I’ll follow the growl beneath your orders,
Safe and secured
I’ll be bound here, afloat here.
Make me a good girl.
Open for you,
Arched to you,
After the glistening drop,
I will care for you,
You will care for me.
And I will be a good girl.
When life calls us back,
To obligatory necessities,
Call me at a random time.
Absently regarding these marks,
Trembling and unsettled.
Tell me I am a good girl.
Amarepoeta
Outside my mind 
Uuuuugh! This one got under my skin. Because I’m not a huge fan of the idea of yielding oneself completely to another.
I’m terrified on the subject’s behalf. Yet somehow I find myself being wary of what will happen when this arrangement no longer works for her. There’s a sense of foreboding in that last stanza, isn’t there?
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