A Dominatrix Love Poem

A Dominatrix Love Poem

Will you be my whore, my revelation? Will I be yours? I think not.... I want much more.

Will you be ink, my lip sync, my gore? No, I demand much more.

You can't be daddy, sadly. No man alive could act that badly. I know, I'll be mummy. Lactating breasts all yummy, a phallus for your dummy. Placated now at least, sleep tight upon the feast till anguished loins bring you back to the beast.

I will steal your breath in the darkest depths. You can suffer for the children who carry your sins in uncertain futures where nobody wins.

Shall I fuck you hard with my shiny phallus? I bear no malice, well that's a lie....

I'd fly in like a fighter jet, when you least expect with an angry love.


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