Quiet Rumination

Look hard

beneath the surface

see the truth

the reality

skull

wide eye orbs

gallows swinging

I am here

I stand before…..

No one.

Myself.

You.

Society.

All look

not a one will see

insisting I am fine

the cracks

the flaws

papered over with crimson fears.

Lost

broken

no longer afraid

sit

content

watching the waves

debris of my life

washed upon the shore

awaiting close review

introspection

long hard look

a new truth

my own…..

I suspect

these radical thoughts

feelings

they are nothing new

only now my eyes are open

I can see clear.

©Nov. 30/19

Picture is my own taken

Matlock Beach 2019

Daddy’s Pleasure

Please note this is a continuation is a series. Prior to reading this poem you must read the four proceeding to understand the concept and meaning. These poems are sexual in nature between two consenting adults. Please consider this is a kink and do not judge.

Daddy’s babygirl

Brat at Play

Daddy’s View

Submissions Elegance

I step back

babygirl remains

pressed to the wall

eyes wide

mouth moued

lips trembling

the heat of my body leaving yours.

My look

long and lingering

before I kneel at your feet

looking up at you.

I tickle my hands up your thighs

hearing your sounds

pleasured by your moans

until I come to your dripping lips.

With gentle care

I part them

before me your clit

hard

throbbing

needing my tongue.

That first flick

your legs begin to shake.

I slide two fingers inside

your warmth contracts

slick and wet.

I find your g-spot.

I feast upon the table

laden with sweet scents

salty tastes

golden blushed wine

gushing over my face.

I back away

still on my knees

looking up at you

adoring you

while you….

you are unable to move.

©Nov. 28/19

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