I fucking own you

You are mine.

I fucking own you.

I’m yours.

You own me too.

Our love, our lust,

Our sexual rage.

Could write a tome,

Page after filthy page.

Sordid acts,

Debauchery.

Nothing not tried,

By you and by me.

Physical,

Psychological bliss.

Puckered up ready,

For Daddy’s belt’s kiss.

Tied tight,

Blindfold, black as night.

Anticipation, exhilaration,

Lust done just right.

I fucking own you,

You, you’re my one desire.

You own me,

You hold my burning inner fire.

Obey You

I will obey
Every urge I feel
Towards you, I do bend
Off the horizon
Deeper behind
That’s where my need resides
It’s you that flows now
Not blood, sweat, or tears
It’s you circulating within
It’s you that seeps, creeps
You’re all I see, feel, and believe
Deeper behind
Off the horizon
Beyond the frame of our flesh
Behind the mirror of our love
I’ve become your beauty
And you have become my beast
Deeper than deep
To the edge, again
To the edge, always
Pleasure our horizon

His delight, your distress

Daddy wants you bound,

Wants you ready to receive.

He says you’ve been a naughty miss,

Wants to spank you for his grief.

Whether you’ve been a naughty girl,

Matters not in his grand scheme.

For he’d find anything at all,

To bring about this scene.

He loves to see his sweetest peach,

Loves to colour it pink.

The feel of warmth as his palm connects,

The squeals he hears, his kink.

So babygirl, my good, good girl,

You might as well transgress,

For Daddy wants what he wants,

His delight, your distress.