Drawn

I’ve drawn you,

Each stroke I thought “I’m lucky this is mine”.

Tracing your form,

Stopping to stare at your perfect lines.

My art a mere copy of what this world gave in you.

My work never giving justice no matter how I do.

I’ve drawn you,

I think to have you here in my hands.

Tracing your perfect form,

Wishing life into my creation as each stroke expands.

The Edge

The edge of sanity,

The edge of life,

Teetering, waiting,

On the edge of a knife.

Wanting, needing,

Fucking, breeding,

Cumming, seeding,

Living, feeling.

The edge of tomorrow,

The edge of the future,

Moving, progressing,

Picking loose life’s sutures.

Wanting, needing,

Fucking, breeding,

Cumming, seeding,

Living, feeling.

The edge of a breakthrough,

The edge of the end,

Reviewing, renewing,

Forever just around the bend.

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.