Little White Cotton Panties

Little white cotton panties,

Pulled up showing all.

Leaving nothing to my imagination,

That lil wet patch has me enthralled.

My Babygirl in all her glory,

Teasing her Daddy til he’s hard.

Showing me what I want to eat,

Playing her hand of trump cards.

Little white cotton panties,

Slowly slipped to one side.

Showing just what I’d imagined,

The ooze of your lust from inside.

My Babygirl in all her glory,

Beckoning me to take to my knees.

Inviting me to come take a taste,

Inviting her Daddy to feast.

Your Sire

Long lean lines,

That more than please my eyes.

If I had a type?

You are it, I cannot deny.

You spark in me,

Feelings so primitive, so wild.

I’d have taken you in a former life,

I’d have claimed you as mine.

But those days are passed,

We’re civilised now, isn’t that true?

Or is there a spark of our past lives,

Left deep inside of you?

Are you happy for my eyes to devour you?

Does being prey wet your desires?

Are you happy to be coveted?

To be taken by me your Sire.

If Lust Is Such A Sin

If lust is such a sin,

Why does it come ready built in?

Why are we born,

With a desperate need to follow the faun?

If lust is such a sin,

Why does it precede love at the beginning?

Why does arousal come first?

That desire, that unquenchable thirst.

If lust is such a sin,

We’re doomed to fall to the animal within.

For all it’s in our true nature, 

Lust is a part of what ever God made you.

Call my name

When you want me, call my name.

I’ll come to give you all you claim. 

I’ll offer up all I have to give.

For it’s for you that I exist.

I’m your slave, heart and soul.

I’m yours to use for whatever goal.

I pledge my body, my filthy mind.

Are yours to use til the end of time.

When you want me, call my name.

And I will be there for you in every way.