Daddy’s View

***I am working on a series of poems as they speak to me dealing with a specific kink. The Daddy/babygirl relationship between two consenting adults. Please read with that in mind and no judgement.

This poem continue from Daddy’s babygirl and Brat at Play.

I wonder
does she even realize
what I see
when she is on her knees?
Her devotion
her trust
blind me
those doe eyes
glistening with desire
gasps of air 
as she tries to breath
amongst the throes of her orgasm.
Her skin
flushed red
blush pink
responding now
to the slightest of touch
to the merest breath
enough really to drive her over the edge.
I become lost in her moans
as her body writhes
beneath my skilled fingers
playing her like an instrument
changing the tone
the way she gasps
with each press of my tongue.
I am lost within her
my babygirl
my delight
I wonder if she knows
really knows
how beautiful she is tonight?
©Nov. 26/19
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Brat at Play

This poem is a continuation of Daddy’s babygirl. It is sexual and raw. It is outside my comfort zone but this voice is calling to me and I have to listen. Again please read without judgement.

Brazen smile
head twisted back
low growl in your ear
What was that little girl?
Eyes wide
lust cresting
feel safety
knowing no harm will come.
Did you not hear me Daddy?
Batting eye lashes
licking
biting lower lip
sexual charge in the air
as he reaches behind
and with a snick
the door is locked
this palace has been breached
the Queen brought to her knees.
Would you care to try again babygirl?
Squinting
giggling
squirming
knowing that you are pushing
knowing that you will be punished
but
this is between you two
where trust
caring
knowledge of limits is core.
He sighs
grabbing your chin
pulling your face forward
your eyes at half mast as you expect a kiss
squealing at sharp nip of teeth
gasping
head down
cheeks flushed with desire
lust burning
air flaming
match to kindling
explosive in time.
Now babygirl
I am going to ask one last time
would you care to repeat yourself?
Slight hesitation
how far to push
when the imp decides to play
quirk of lips
gleam in eye……
I said
you have to earn the right of entrance.
Arms pinned behind your back
breath caught in your throat
paralyzed
not with fear
with the inability to hold yourself up
as Daddy’s hand creeps between your legs.
That thundering chuckle
vibration between your thighs
down your spine
leaking
as he cups your pussy.
Babygirl
Daddy does not need to gain entrance.
Daddy owns the entrance.
Slipping two fingers inside
head back
arching
eyes no longer able to see.
This is how the night begins…..

©Nov. 24/19
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