I laugh because you don’t see the blood dripping from my nails
Be a good girl you said
You want to be my good girl
I never agreed to be good in any way shape or fashion
I’ll be good for that second and then the bad comes out
You like the bad. you just don’t want to say it
The bad wears red lipstick
The bad wears pointy heels
The bad takes you places that the good cannot
I laugh because the good left a long time ago
I give you the shadow of the good
While the bad takes what it wants
Oh come here let me treat you as you want to be treated
Let me massage those aching muscles
Let me caress every part of you
The bad wants out to play
It likes the feel of your flesh between its lips
It does not want you to moan
It wants to hear you yell out
Good and bad are the opposite sides of the coin
The good has been rubbed off and overtaken
Come here and take my bad because it will feel so good








This is quite an ‘arousing’ piece Fia…..at least pour moi.😜
Thank you, Peter. 😊
What a piece you have presented here, great write indeed…
Thank you, Fred 😊
Without both the good and the bad, both would be meaningless words. An interesting piece!
Now, bring the bad. 😀
On my way M.E.
Thank you ☺️
Beautifully penned, Fia. “Kittens Got Claws,” comes to mind, which is a Whitesnake song. lol. This is a phenomenal write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
So cool. Thank you Damian ☺️
Fantastic.