"Good, Slut"

Imagine velvet sheets…as we feel the heat.
Your lips on mine, your hands on my leash.
Lace and leather, my white bra and panties
pushed up against your tan chest.
A bad boy and a good girl; no more, no less.
Take me to hell, and bite my lips with your teeth.
Taste me, Sir. I can’t do this anymore.
“Good, Slut,” you’ll say. I want your tongue down my throat,
I’m ready for you…ohh, yes.
It tastes like cherries and cigarettes.
I want you to love me, even if I don’t know you.
Our breathing is heavy and I hear you groan;
“Argh, ahgh” … as I moan, “Oh, oh!"
Shove yourself inside of me before I want you to.
Complete trash, a whore, just like you.
Rape me, willingly, I ooze a gooey liquid,
cream like danger…I’m like a dark angel who will never run.
You’ll say, “Good, Slut!”
Grasp my throat like a biker grasps his handlebars…
please don’t let go, push me to the edge…
Pull my hair like a heartless man-whore.
“Ah, oh no, no!” I scream for you…
but you’d never call me ‘Baby’ because I’m your Bitch.
Fuck me with no mercy, like a misogynist with a twist…
and you’ll say, “Good, Slut…”