- Erotic Poetry
- my slave and his craving for me!
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my slave followed me
as we went up the lift
and entered our suite.
I held myself confidently,
beclothe in a short skirt.
billowed out in line
just below my thighs
I held my arms akimbo,
once we were all alone.
I pushed on his shoulders
until he was on his kneel.
just in front of my feet!
As his mouth went low,
just below asking more,
He knew where he belongs,
I said, don't take too long,
He inferred where to be,
under my skirt adroitly,
I watched as he parted
my feet without a touch,
with his dutiful mouth,
he began slowly not loud.
Just be quick, I commanded
it's fun when the meal's done
I told him to be quick.
don't miss the juicy treat.
Yes, Mistress, my slave said,
Thank you for keeping me fed,
he got to work,
doing his best to be alert
bringing me to a quick magic spurt.
My hands on his head aflutter
as I put my leg over his shoulder.
my slave felt my thigh
press down on him heavily
he was tensed a bit to support
my weight but kept up his adore.
my hands began instructing him
as I'd do to direct him through
it was getting close to flow,
his lips up to my clit to and fro,
he knew precisely what to do
as often he'd get me through.
Swallow my juices, my worshiper.
Don't waste any, I hissed as I spurt
pleasured as my legs bucked amazed,
my pussy spasmed against his face.
the orgasm finally did subside,
hold your mouth there I cried,
I'm gonna pee in a hurry too,
hold your mouth open so I'd do!
I lowered my leg to let him be fed
my slave just held my pussy not shed, gently sucking my golden nectar
after he had my juices burst.
Okay, I said, I'm almost done,
clean me well with your tongue
we'll finish later
once we've had dinner
my slave went down to clean out.
you're amazing Mistress,
the slave confessed.
you've always kept me well-fed.
Now let's go, I told him.
it's time to go to the gym.
It was very satisfying for me,
to hold my head high
with my submissive slave!
and my breathless wave!
- COMMENTS
Frodov11 months agoIt certainly paints a picture. I love your enthusiasm, even if part of what you write about doesn't appeal to me personally. Not to sound judgemental, I'm not, but I get the impression that English is not your first language. If I'm wrong, forgive me. If I'm right, I applaud you for your grasp of my language... it's far more than I can say for myself, as I'm not multilingual. Not that my tongue doesn't have its talents, just not speaking other languages. Bravo... Write more. Please.
goddessofglee11 months agoAuthorthank you to the unknown
for the words to say more,
as they walked indoors...
attending to their chores
thoughts wander ashore
together, to adore
none to ignore
the outburst, the outpour
her donations to explore
the abundant galore
both señorita and señor
end at the backdoor!
Thanks
Anonymous11 months agoThank you Goddessofglee. Thy brain evokes a lightning charge and giveth the men and women delights.
A charming lovely lady
Clad in a billowing skirt
Covering her seductive allures
Kept the prying eyes astray
The allure and her beauty for only the one
Her one and only
Her equal and he joy
They shared a common taste
of fervent joy
They sauntered along the high street
Two charming souls
The envy of men and women and all
The shared respec, joy and love for all
They gave to the other nothing but joy
And fed each other the fruits of their mort
A warm sunny day, the parasol afloat
He led her determined to the seclusion they shared
She shied at his whisper, giveth me sweet
Her billowing skirt kept prying eyes away
Gentle her hand, she led him not astray
He smelt and yearned for her dank, sweaty brush
He moaned whilst she giggled and sighed deep in heart
He smelled and tasted her womanhood fertile
He gorged and he drank, he scraped and he prayed
May she never stop feeding her raw hors d'oeuvres
She shuddered and screamed, me Lord, me joy
He waited awhile, tis she came aground
And bit gently and firm, he wanted his crown
With a sigh and a blush, she opened her sluice
And washed his parched throat with liquid a gold
Her feed soothed him, a balm like aloe
Alas the well could give no more
Her oasis her bade a sad farewell
He emerged from within covered with joy
She smiled and they kissed, in eternal joy
goddessofgleeabout 1 year agoAuthor@madphysics
thank you for commenting about my poem.
1.
I'd appreciate if some people would suggest what can be tried by the Goddess with her imaginary slaves.
2.
anyone who'd be interested in putting a joint collaboration of a project together.
