Yes Honey

Fear.
You gave me that.
Loathing.
You gave me that too.
Hatred.
Mistrust.
Self-destruct button.
All of these I attribute to you.
Cooing soft words
sucked me in
serpent’s tongue
flicks so good
insidious abuse below the surface.
First it was how I looked.
What to show.
What not to.
Until I was afraid to leave the house.
Next you shore me of friends.
So subtle I did not realize how alone
until I needed someone to help.
Warned I had been
no good you would be
destruction of self
murder of worth
well honey you sure the fuck did.
I struggled
finally gained strength to leave
when upon bended knee
crocodile tears did flow
begging me to stay
that you loved me true
please baby don’t go
your eyes awash.
Barbs to my soul
I gave up my life for you…..
my life…..
When I gouge the barbs free
transformation can begin…..
Wait…..
oh hell no…..
rip barbs free
no longer allowed to cling
to continue to harm
self destruction will stop now!
You have been my jailor
imprisoned within memories of your making.
I am beautiful.
I am a warrior.
I believe this truth.
I know this to be true.
Bleed from a thousand spots
barbed no more
shred time beneath my heels
square my shoulders
looking forward…..
to happiness
to life
to love
to all I deserve.
©June 25/20
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***This poem was written for one of my soul sisters. Ya know those sisters who you meet and you just know you are family. She needs to be reminded that she is a kick ass Warrior Queen. Love you. ***

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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