Call Girl

I'm your red line beck-and-call girl
your secret little whore
I'll fuck you on dirty laundry
or against the shower door
I'll take you places you crave
where your mind and body desire
sucking every part of you
kissing every inch of you
all on top of the fire
We create when I'm on top
some crazy bitch fantasy
You can't conceal
the ecstasy you feel
when I pull you deeper into me
There's no time for future plans
just hot sex and something new
But being your bitch
cures the incurable itch
of wanting to be next to you
And though I'd give more to have you
twenty four hours a day
I'll obey your firm voice
as if I have a choice
and do whatever you say...
I'd rather be on call for your pleasure
your perfect slut at play
kneeling on demand
doing whatever you command
than to watch you walk away