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
Picture via PInterest

Conscious Forever More

I stand
hands on hips
staring at my nakedness
seeing the droop of my breast
the extra inch on my hips
how my thighs are now touching
lips pursed
for I still see them as flaws
I still seek external confirmation
of my inner self.
I am beautiful.
Whether bundled in winter clothes
or clad in bikini on the beach.
No one can take that from me.
I am strong.
I have beaten addiction.
I have beaten my self doubt.
I have beaten
destroyed that voice
my own voice
telling me I am worthless.
I am sexy.
For so long
so very very long
I felt that my sexuality
my desires
they were wrong.
I kept them hidden
in a secret part of me.
No longer.
I labored for so long
deluded by past
devalued by self
awaiting external acceptance
that I do not need
for I am me
and me am I.
Tongue twisted
words never more betrayed
truth has been found
depth of my soul
cage freed my heart
it is my time
it is my turn
to rise & shine.
©Nov. 25/19
Picture is one of my own