To my M

As your slave, I come to you
Crawling on my knees
Seeking to be sternly told
How you need to be pleased

I may bring you trinkets
Or I may bring you flowers
But if I’m naughty and misbehave
You’ll sit and release golden showers

Your panties get fragrant, wet, and warm
And your needs MUST be sated first
My hands upon your skin do perform
And mouth to nipples I do nurse

I bury my nose in your velvet folds
If you approve you release your juices
And your smooth hips then rise and fall
Upon my tongue, you make no excuses

~ your slave ~