A Domme's Lament

My thoughts are dark
My hungers run deep
I imagine you
Before I sleep

I dream of passion
Of lust so pure
You keep me at bay
Your thoughts unsure

I need to feel
Your trust and hold
You are my sub
But sometimes too bold

I long to control
I need to caress
Your naked form
Unconditional access

The images are wicked
My tongue moves with ease
Over turgid flesh
I am your Domme to please

Handcuffs, candles, music
All set the stage
My Pet’s submission
My spread thighs your cage

My naughty sub
Needs pinkened cheeks
Your mischievous behavior
My paddle you seek

Hips rest on pillows
Ass cheeks in bloom
My tongue caresses
Wet mouth your tools doom

I yearn to play
To explore your backyard
My strap on toys
Your strong will in shards

My desires obeyed
As my sub learns the drill
My wetness in your face
You’ll soon eat your fill

A Mistress wants order
A sub hers to play
Palms yearn to paddle
A wet tongue wants to stray

I long to see you
Hard cock in hand
You’d swallow it willingly
Isn’t a good subs life grand?

Anus well lubed
You’re willing and ready
Hard cock slides in
I hold your hips steady

Kisses and kudos
For a well trained sub
Will never want for pleasure
Never lack for a back rub

This is the end
Of the sensual Dommes lament
Some will comprehend
As pulses run the gamut

For others the idea
Of control slipping free
From shaking fingers
Too horrible ever to be