Good Girl

Plucked from a fathers garden
in the midst of a delicate bloom
swept away by his thick darkness
surrendering under the palest moon
her eyes told seductive secrets
her lips never dare to speak
slowly he stripped her naked
the divinity his to reap

Lips travelled recklessly
intoxicated by a taste of scotch
her body slowly melted
swollen and aching in the crotch
minutes became hours
locked in a bedsheet grip
legs tremor with orgasms
as his tongue flailed like a whip

Her thighs an ivory canvas
finger painted with light bruises
the body had surrendered
willing and his as he chooses
rough hands became a necklace
breaths became a luxury
her pussy hot and inviting
for manhood's introductory

Skin laced in unholy sweat
each pant full of hot lust
famine plagued her soul
hungry for every thrust
her eyes drained of secrets
dimmed in a sultry glow
their body's fused as one
as the rhythm began to slow

In her ear was a soft whisper
a message short and sweet
he climbed off his plunder
as she lied glowing in defeat
a renegade raven lock of hair
a curious finger began to twirl
those words over and over
ringing out " my good girl"