I want to know

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I want to know

I want to know all you can see,
When kneeling, looking up at me,
My fingers dig into your shoulder,
Dare you smile? Or will you soldier
On with entertaining need,
Your lips must part, as I've decreed;
I know it's early, do not think
Just open up that mouth so pink;

I really don't need information:
Hold your peace, confirm your station;
Tell me later when you were born:
The hour, the moment you were torn
From the comfort of the womb,
And how your childhood passed so soon;
Reserve these memories you hold dear,
They keep your eyes so bright and clear;

I want to watch you in your sleep,
But now you're kneeling at my feet,
You may as well find recompense:
Tighten your cheeks, you may commence
And show me how you like the taste,
You heed me with submissive grace,
You have permission to strip me too
So, please press on, make my dreams true;

Yes, suck me, lick me, use your tongue
And kiss my balls and have your fun,
Crouching there, your face alight,
Aware that you source my delight;
So when I've done and you have swallowed
You'll thank me nicely, having followed
My orders without insurrection,
Success! You've calmed the morn's erection;

Of course, there's more that you can do,
So stroke my thighs, do not eschew
The options that become you dear
For you belong: yes, rim my rear:
Press your face in - you can kiss
And add to post-orgasmic bliss;
Cometh the man, cometh the hour,
Would you condone a golden shower?

Will you recall, do you remember
The pleasure from my turgid member?
It gushes forth right down your throat,
Washing away the viscous coat
That my sperm left, when you devoured;
You stink, sweet pet, it's time you showered
And washed yourself, pressed to the glass
With my hard cock right up your arse.

And when you're clean and dry, please lick
Your lips and offer to clean my prick:
I'll stroke your hair, never replete
And comment: "you are such a treat,
You grow ever more alluring,
That half-smile hardly demure, when
You suggest that: look at me
I want to know all you can see."

Smiles

M

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AnonymousAnonymousover 14 years ago
Nicely Done

This poem was mentioned in today's New Poetry Recommendations in the PD&F forum. Nicely done.