She was ready
For her treat
Knelt, head bowed
Looked so sweet
He entered
Waited
She moaned
Anticipated
His crop
Tapped on leg
Waited
For her to beg
Her voice
Shook
Waited
Saw his look
Not angry
Smiled
Calm serene
Not wild
A swing
Struck
Saw her wince
Buck
Knew she liked
A need
Her Master
There to feed
Each strike
A moan
She knows
Not alone
Although his willing
Plaything
He’s hers
To stay
A sting
A tease
She loves
To please
Her body
Numb
He waits
For her to come
Her lover
Master, man
Her friend
Biggest fan
Holds her
A kiss
Caring, sharing
Her bliss
© Mark Davis 2014.
For more delicious poetry from Mark please head over to his blog…
http://markdaviserotica1225.wordpress.com
There you’ll find work such as this…
He also has work available for purchase from Amazon, here’s a link to just one of them…
http://goo.gl/qO48mz
Mark has many other titles available for purchase just search Mark Davis Erotic on Amazon and have a one click moment or two.
Published on April 11, 2014 05:00