I Think, You Will

Will you whimper?

Beg for more,

Beg to stop,

Plead, implore.

Will you let me use the rope?

Keep you from escape,

Do my thing,

Leave you’re soul raped.

I think you will,

Give me my free hand,

You’ll leave me to fulfil,

Each and every demand.

I think you might,

Cos you need like me,

You’ll let me break you,

To set your soul free.


What To Write

I sit and ponder what to write,

Something original, something trite?

Something sexual, poems of love?

One thing I know, it’ll be about us.

I write for you, I write for me.

I write of things we’ve felt and seen.

I write our chronicle, our history.

I write of what will come into being.

As I sit I ponder, what tonight?

Who knows what? But I’m certain I’ll write.



Shall We Take Tea

Shall we take tea my dear,

Shall we sip and contemplate the world.

Shall we talk of governments, of kings, and more.

Of wars between countries, of banners unfurled.

Shall we take tea my dear,

Take time to ponder our next move.

Perhaps hatch a plan do nothing at all,

But we must take care not to stew.

Shall we take tea my dear,

As prelude to sweet sordid love.

An invigorating tonic to stir,

Rousing the mind and body to lust.

Shall we take tea my dear,

For no reason other than itself.

For no cause other than to enjoy a cup,

And savour the taste, its wealth.





Pause for thought my naughty girl.

Do you really want my belt uncurled?

Do you want your knickers around your knees?

To be over my lap making ineffective pleas.

Consider your actions my petulant child.

How the leather leaves soft buttocks defiled.

Whether you like the burn that lasts for days.

No matter the remedy the ache that stays.

Think deeply as to what end you seek.

Whether you’re extravagance should really shrink to meek.

For you well know what punishment awaits.

For a naughty girl who Daddy baits.