How We Like To Play

I made the mistake the other day
Of telling a friend how we like to play.
You'd have thought I struck her blind
"My God, dear girl, you've lost your mind!"

"What do you mean you're 'solely his'
And you like to drink his 'jiz'?
You say he has control of you
Please tell me, girl, that isn't true!"

I smiled and listened as she raved
She thought this girl had to be saved!
"What do you mean you're here to please him,
Your purpose in life to lick and squeeze him?"

"You cannot mean with you it's fine!
Submission's from another time!
To be at his beck and call!
His little slave! His fucking doll!"

"My friend, I just don't understand
How you can allow any man
Carte blanche to make you spread for him
Then when HE wants, to take him in!"

"You say it's pleasant, that you like it
When he reaches for your tit
He doesn't have to ask or plead
Any demand of his you'll heed."

"But the biggest problem, if I were asked,
Would be, you take it up the ass!!
No man should control a woman so!
That's it! It's gross! I've got to go!"

I watched her leave, her bag in hand
And then my thoughts turned towards my man.
She meant to shame, she missed her goal.
I'm happy under his control.