Sex, erotic poetry, Kink Volume Two Z.P. Phillips Sex, erotic poetry, Kink Volume Two Z.P. Phillips

Please, Give Me Freedom

Please daddy
Would you 
Take away
The stress of my day
So that tomorrow
I’ll be reminded
Of you
And of us
In this moment?

I want to wince
Whenever I take seat

It will serve as a trigger
To bring me back
To your hand
Upon my flesh

The sound
The impact
The connection

Please give me pain
Not just for the pleasure
Not just for the distraction
But as solace
As love
As acceptance

Please
Give me freedom

 

Please daddy
Would you 
Take away
The stress of my day
So that tomorrow
I’ll be reminded
Of you
And of us
In this moment?

I want to wince
Whenever I take seat

It will serve as a trigger
To bring me back
To your hand
Upon my flesh

The sound
The impact
The connection

Please give me pain
Not just for the pleasure
Not just for the distraction
But as solace
As love
As acceptance

Please
Give me freedom


 
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Sex, erotic poetry, Kink Volume Two Z.P. Phillips Sex, erotic poetry, Kink Volume Two Z.P. Phillips

Slaveling

Her blindfold is on,
His inhibitions are gone.

A present on display,
A gift for his birthday.

She starts acting coy,
He breaks out a toy.

A feather across her lips,
A whip across her hips.

A stroke down her neck,
Ties to keep her in check.

He strips her down
And goes to town.

He starts going fast,
He tells her to last.

She asks him to slow,
Cause she’s about to blow.

In total submission,
She begs permission.

He does his thing
And she starts to sing.

Then she starts to yearn,
For him to take his turn.

She gets down on the floor,
Then she begs once more.

He uses her as a slaveling,
Then gives her what she’s craving.

 

Her blindfold is on,
His inhibitions are gone.

A present on display,
A gift for his birthday.

She starts acting coy,
He breaks out a toy.

A feather across her lips,
A whip across her hips.

A stroke down her neck,
Ties to keep her in check.

He strips her down
And goes to town.

He starts going fast,
He tells her to last.

She asks him to slow,
Cause she’s about to blow.

In total submission,
She begs permission.

He does his thing
And she starts to sing.

Then she starts to yearn,
For him to take his turn.

She gets down on the floor,
Then she begs once more.

He uses her as a slaveling,
Then gives her what she’s craving.


 
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