- Erotic Poetry
- Obedient Fucktoy
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While she crouches at the man's feet,
Her hair held tightly in his fist,
Her body tenses, quivers, and meets,
Every command that he has hissed.
Her cheeks are stroked with gentle care,
While fingers push into her mouth,
The man enquires of her day to share,
As he fingers north and south.
He judges her outfit as too shy,
And demands she wears something sluttier,
The woman replies with a submissive sigh,
Her obedience couldn't be nuttier.
He removes his fingers and tests her wit,
What is she, he demands to know,
"Your obedient fucktoy, Sir", she answers with a fit,
He nods, "Yes, that's how your role will go."
He asks her why she is in this position,
"Because every part of me is yours to play with",
He punctuates his question with two fingers admission,
Making her whimper under his mighty grip.
He asks her if she needs his touch,
"Are you wet and needy for me?",
She nods as he smirks with his crutch,
"You are here, just where you should be."
He orders her to hump his shoe and leg,
"You dirty slut", he growls with a laugh,
She obliges without a second beg,
For she knows pleasure lies on this path.
While she crouches at the man's feet,
Her hair held tightly in his fist,
She knows this game will never defeat,
And she loves being his obedient fucktoy, to exist.
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