- Erotic Poetry
- To Whom Does She Kneel?
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The submission that tickles her fine inner self
Is mischievous and would tempt even an elf.
With the sounds of Tarantella dancing in her fevered brain
She thinks that by kneeling all she will gain.
The beat of the music contracts the muscle in her chest
The pose, graceful and perfect, she knows it the best.
The leather and lace, fastened at ankle and wrist
Fashions lust and submission, hair wrapped around His fist
Fastidious to her wants, not needs and desires
She longs to enflame Men and put out their fires.
She kneels as a sign of respect to the collar
But we all know what the little bitch is after.
She kneels in vain, makes it a beautiful gift.
But some things, like this, fine sand you should sift.
And what will remain is clear to see
She kneels for her pleasure, there’s no mystery.
When you tell her so sternly to Kneel and Obey
To whom does she acquiesce?
Come what may.
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