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Good Girl
He told her to just be a good girl
Do as I say
Stop complaining as he gave her a whirl.
She stood naked in front of him
Her eyes were closed as she felt him staring
Tears streaming down her face from the rim.
She was so self conscious but to him she was a beauty
He loved to look at her
Loved her long hair and to him her endless duty.
No one else had the power that he held
For she was his
He motivated her, forced her to excel
He was firm with her but gentle at the same time
She was his good girl
Always wanting to make him proud, no limitations to climb.
Do as I say
Stop complaining as he gave her a whirl.
She stood naked in front of him
Her eyes were closed as she felt him staring
Tears streaming down her face from the rim.
She was so self conscious but to him she was a beauty
He loved to look at her
Loved her long hair and to him her endless duty.
No one else had the power that he held
For she was his
He motivated her, forced her to excel
He was firm with her but gentle at the same time
She was his good girl
Always wanting to make him proud, no limitations to climb.
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