Day: November 28, 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.

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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Submissions Elegance

Please note this is a continuation is a series. Prior to reading this poem you must read the three 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.

Abashed
beneath his gaze
you look down
beautiful in a way
you could never know.
He puts a finger beneath your chin
raises your head
looks into your eyes
whispers
‘never doubt yourself babygirl
you are beautiful.’
Melting inside
your legs quiver
he tucks hair behind your ear
smiles that smile
the one that makes you undone
and you begin to leak again.
Rolling chuckle
his eyes hooded
gazing up and down
leans in close
lips against your ear
‘tonight is my night
tonight I take what is mine.’
Whimper
deep in the back of your throat
reach out
steady self against the wall
suddenly
his body
pressed to yours.
Knee between your thighs
forcing your legs apart
rasping breath
body thrumming with lust
with desire
nipples erect.
Without permission you cum
staring in his eyes
watching his smile widen
knowing it is time.
 
©Nov. 28/19
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Play Not this Game

Nothing you know
of pain
of regret
of hate
of defeat
hidden in your white castle
high upon the hills
look down upon the serfs.
This is not a fairy tale.
This is real life
where walking the streets
can be a death sentence
if you don’t look right.
Battered doors
broken windows
shelter from the cold
the exhaustion etched
grey cold in my skin
while you
you play
you laugh
up high on the playground
pretending you know
this life I live
this nightmare no one
awakens from.
Come down little prince
come down to the streets
come down to reality.
Crouch down
piss your pants
life on the streets
its lost its luster
the sparkle gone
you rabbit home
playing games no more.
©Nov. 28/19
***This poem was inspired not only by Word of the Day Challenge but as I sat here watching Dropping Cash LA on Netflix. One of the ‘celebrities’ followed was an entitled asshole who got under my skin. 
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