I don’t need to own you,
When I enter the room
And you drop to your knees
Like Sunday worship.
So instinctive,
Mouth agape and tongue extended
You need with a neediness that paints your eyes with greed
Emeralds shining up at me.
And who am I to deny,
Such a good girl for me?
I agree, you deserve a treat
So stay still while I feed.
