Tag: Rough sex

Voices In Our Head

Posted on by Beast in Poetry

I’m pondering schizophrenia,

The voices in our heads.

Do we all hear many?

Or are some synchronised instead?

Is it just me thinking?

Or is there someone else within?

When we’re alone,

Is it them suggesting things?

In me my sweet Beauty,

You know you’ve a loving Daddy.

But you also know the other guy,

His name begins with a Zeeee.

You know one loves to snuggle,

The other’s a little more rough.

He loves a dirty fuck!

But Daddy, well, he makes love.

I wonder if you ponder?

Which me do you expect?

I wonder if it excites you?

Not knowing who you’ll get.

 

 

 

I Like The Rough Stuff

Posted on by Beast in Erotica, Poetry

I like the rough stuff,

This you know.

In all I do,

I like to let go.

Music, sport,

Hard fucking sex.

Is it a gift?

Or a twisted hex?

Is it right?

That I like that bite.

That domination over others,

That battle, That fight.

Don’t get me wrong,

It’s always by consent.

I won’t hurt anyone,

Who wasn’t on the same bent.

But if you wanna bang heads,

I’m willing to hurt,

I’m willing to dive in,

Where some’d only flirt.

I like the rough stuff,

But this you know!

In all I do,

I love to let go.

 

 

 

Filthy Lil Bitch

Posted on by Beast in Erotica, Poetry

I like you,

You filthy lil bitch.

You scratch away,

My perverted itch.

You fulfil my want,

My want for more.

My aching need,

For a little whore.

I like you,

You filthy lil bitch.

The way you take,

Without a flinch.

You give so much,

As you placate.

So brave for Daddy,

So real, never fake.

I love you,

You filthy lil bitch,

Choking down,

Daddy’s big hard dick.

Swallowing cum,

Greedy for more.

My little slut,

Innocent I’m sure.

I love you.

You filthy lil bitch.

Legs spread wide,

Begging for each inch.

Fuck me Daddy,

How can I resist?

When you have been,

Such a filthy lil bitch.

 

 

 

Scream

Posted on by Beast in Erotica, Poetry
Scream you little bitch,
No-one will hear.
There’s nothing like fucking,
That induces a little fear.
Wondering if the rope,
At your throat’s too tight.
Or if your skin will break,
As I take bite after bite.
Scream you little whore,
No one could cares less.
If I batter your arse,
Leave a bruised tender mess.
Wondering If you’ll be able,
To sit any time this week.
Or your swollen used cunt,
Will shrink back to petite.
Scream you little slut,
If you want all that’s in store.
Put your face in your pillow,
And scream out for more.