KINKY POETRY
Lilith #2
He made her to tempt
He made her to please
He made her to make
All men beg on their knees
She fulfilled his designs
And took them further
Through the lust of kings
She inspired mass murder
Beside every great man
She stood and waited
Learning their souls
Ensuring their desire never abated
He tasked her with glory
She obtained it and more
Returning to his lair
Acting the whore
He knew her ploy
But was powerless to resist
His realm became hers
Hell held in the palm of her fist
She took off his clothes
She took off his brand
She took off his collar
And gave him her line in the sand
Now I am the master
Of everything yours
You will call me mistress
And serve me on all fours
He made her to tempt
He made her to please
He made her to make
All men beg on their knees
She fulfilled his designs
And took them further
Through the lust of kings
She inspired mass murder
Beside every great man
She stood and waited
Learning their souls
Ensuring their desire never abated
He tasked her with glory
She obtained it and more
Returning to his lair
Acting the whore
He knew her ploy
But was powerless to resist
His realm became hers
Hell held in the palm of her fist
She took off his clothes
She took off his brand
She took off his collar
And gave him her line in the sand
Now I am the master
Of everything yours
You will call me mistress
And serve me on all fours
From Kink, Volume 2
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.
From Kink, Volume 2