Let It Go!

I will plant the notion, the gnawing thought,

A subliminal trap set, in which you’re caught.

You will be aching, struggling to hold tight,

Endeavouring to stay composed, trying as you might.

But then I want you to fail, to lose that control,

I want you to give into the suggestions that I’ve sold.

I want the fire stoked, to rage out of control.

I want you to fall into lust, to let your soul go.

Both Of Me.

There are two sides to every story.

There are certainly two sides to me.

There’s the loving cuddly father figure.

There’s the the beast seeking depravity.

Sometimes I fight to keep me inside.

Sometimes I just set me free.

Sometimes I tire of this double life.

Sometimes I wish I weren’t me.

For having two sides is such hard work.

Having two sides where one’s perceived as a jerk.

Is tiring to the point that all energy’s gone.

Exhausting the rationale that I’m big, that I’m strong.

And sometimes I crumble.

Sometimes I cry.

Sometimes I wish the world away.

Sometimes I wish I’d die.

But like the world I keep turning around.

I keep the beast securely bound.

I have the strength to live the day.

Hoping that your love will keep me at bay.

And sometimes I think the beast is cool.

Sometimes we don’t need society’s rules.

Sometimes it’s good to let loose and be free.

Sometimes I love like you, both of me.

I Wonder

I wonder what you’re thinking,

If your thoughts turn to me.

I wonder what’s on your mind,

What images you see.

I wonder if I’m there,

In amongst those wistful thoughts.

I wonder if I intrude a space,

This devil that really shouldn’t ought.

I wonder if I occupy,

If I’m there doing what you want.

I wonder if I’m turning you on,

Wetting your little cunt.

I wonder if your imagination,

Is driven enough to play.

I wonder if you’ll masturbate,

Perhaps cum for me today.

I wonder as I imagine you do,

If those things perhaps aren’t right.

But I’ll never wonder if that’s true,

Because I want you to, now, tonight.

Good Girl

When you cum your cheeks glow, the smile upon your beautiful face lights the darkest of souls.

I see the happiness, I see the pride, I see the effect the two words I whisper have.

“Good girl.”

Those words you love to hear, those words I love to whisper.

Especially as I push my cock into your plump glistening lips, reassuring you as you struggle with my head in your throat.

“Good girl.”

Those words you need as I fuck your pretty face, as I grasp your skull and use you.

“Good girl.”

As I blurt in an orgasmic grunt releasing my seed into you mouth, giving you a belly full of what you always tell me you need.

“Good girl.”

I sigh as I lie back and let you do as you wish with your eager tongue and hands as they squeeze out every last drop of what I give.

“Good girl.”

The words I kiss onto the top of your head into your silky smooth blonde hair once you snuggle up onto my pillow like chest.

“Good girl.”

Because you are the very best good girl I have ever known, the very best good girl I will ever know, the good girl I will cherish til death and beyond.

My, “Good girl.”