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.

 

 

 

 

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.