Sire

Tis a slut with a hunger for cock that I yearn.

One with an eager mouth for sperm.

One that’s compliant, but not so much so.

That she wouldn’t take a spanking for indiscretions shown.

Tis a whore, a cock hungry bitch that I need.

One that dutifully falls to her knees.

One that pulls her plump buttocks apart.

And begs, please Daddy, fuck my arse.

Tis you sweet Beauty, tis you that I want.

The one that gave me her dripping little cunt.

The one that gives her Master what’s  required.

The one who calls her Beast her sire.

 

 

 

 

Let Me Be Me

The visions I’d had,

Wild wild dreams,

Weren’t as unrealistic,

As they might have seemed.

I dreamt of a slave,

A girl on her knees,

Giving me head,

Whenever I pleased.

I’d fantasised,

Of submission given,

Of taking my fill,

From a horny girl driven.

Then the reality came,

It came through you,

You became the slave,

The submissive too.

You swallowed my cock,

Like a greedy lil slut,

You gave your body,

Which til sore I fucked.

You let me be,

The beast that hunts,

You let me feed,

From your aching cunt.

You truly became,

All I’d wanted and more,

You played your part,

For me, my whore.

But much more than this,

You set my dreams free,

You loved me enough,

To let me be me.

And I thankyou my love,

The girl that I adore,

And I hope to return all,

The dreams you’d to thought.

 

The Z in Beast

Z rears his ugly head,

He wants nothing but you on his bed.

He’s sacrilegious, a deviant pervert,

So please beware, please be alert.

He wants to push things into you.

He wants an object to do what he’ll do.

He wants pleasure, just for himself.

If you get it too, that’s luck you’ve been dealt.

For deep inside he’s nothing but lust.

Like an elephant in season, the season of must.

He wants his fix, his sweet lil miss.

He wants to corrupt, to use you as his.

He’s selfish, he may even be evil?

He’ll stop at nothing, in pleasure’s retrieval.

Folding you, binding you, whipping your arse.

Dressing you up into roles that he’ll cast.

So understand what vile creature’s within.

The beast with his tools, delivering sin.

The corruptor wanting what he sees.

The Beast wanting his girl serving his needs.

Yours To Own

Temptation etched into your skin,

The path we strayed for our piece of sin.

Hour after hour of wanton lust,

Not because we choose, but because we must.

You’re under my skin, I’m deep into yours.

Me your fantasy, your very own whore.

Take me, ride me, your dildo that bleeds.

Wring my cock dry for that bloom of seed.

And all I’ll ask, promise me one thing alone,

That you are mine, if I’m yours to own.