Open Book; Open Legs

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The words “Good girl” Do not mean you’ve pleased me Because I’m always pleased with you Even when I’m not. They’re not merely a salve that I Apply when your buttocks are That particular shade of red that turns me Into a raging bull. They are words that mean something Deeper. They underscore my affection. My desire. My cravings. My ravenous hunger to devour all that is you As I make you an integral part Of all that is me. “Good girl” Is not my praise. It is my affirmation that You Are enough to sate the monster skulking Around the insides of my being. It is approval, that your beauty is not Based on physique, But the soulish connection We have established, nurtured And maintain. Thus, when I call you my good girl I am reminding you that you’re mine And I’m yours And there is no place I’d rather be than here In this moment With you.