Morning delight

A set of three lips on my face
awakens me from a night of delight
Not one but two we leave a trace
Of decadent pleasures behind
Those of the naughtiest kind
If I had to pick
Interesting trick
Enie meanie minie Mo
I'd select one very slow
But then I liked the fast
She came back to last
Why must I have to make a choice
I want both so have to make a voice
You on my right stay another night
You on my left stay passed the test
So let's play again and again
My lovely bed mates both reign
In my decadent sexual brain

Morning Light

In the wee morning hours
a man emerges he's Sir
Before him his slave cowers
quiet as not to cause a stir
she's sexually devoured
Their play last night intense
He's a dynamo empowered
he pets her head no pretense
she clings to his leg sated
He lifts her to him in his arms
"My pet how I have waited
for you, strong no alarms, my
match in how hard we play"
There is no rhyme or reason why
fate takes a turn but today
there can be no other man
for her this Master has her heart
her devotion, love from the start
So when she utters the word Dom
she gives her all to him and from
this day forward to him she belongs

His belt

His belt she felt
Her tears she held
Her excitment built
Her body relished
She became wet
Was so very set
Not to embelish
The sensations now
His belt a wow
Each slap erotic
And so exotic
Like a Sultan
Her Master
So exhaulted

His Treasure

His treasure
His pleasure
His pet
His sub
His slave
His well behaved
His sex slave
His needs
His desires
His fires
His spirit
His heart
His start
His begining
His winning

DOM

Dom man who owns
Dom a man who demands
Dom Obedience
Dom down on your knees
Dom now crawl to me
Dom no room for pleas
Dom ass up pet fo rme
Dom demands all of you
Dom he can set you free

D O M

When a man knows he can have you obey, have you beg to obey, make you hand him his crop to inflict the sweet pain that prelude to the pleasure only he can evoke.

D O M

DOM

Something is different about the man
Who is a Master and has a firm hand
He looks for you to call him Sir 
His sub does without any stir
She accepts him above all others
And will kneel subdued at his feet
His needs she will always meet
And may sit there with another
For a Dom may enjoy more
A sex slave may be in store
For a treat with his adoring sub
He will watch, then open a door
To passion and pleasure no chore
There is something deep inside
A true Dom he cannot hide
He will take care of his own
Require his subs in his zone
Dom he will make all he meets
Drop to their knees at his feet