Wanting (poem)

Wanting

By: Macabre Brat

Touch, taste, smell, sound, and see

All the things she is wanting

Please fill her senses
 

Touch of your hand on her ass

Biting her tongue as you kiss her deep

Warmth of your body against her

Hardness thrusting inside her

Taste of your cum as she swallows every drop

Flavor of your cock as licks and sucks

Sweat she licks off your body

Sucking the juices of us off your fingers

Smell of a dominate man

Your atmosphere calms her mind

Your scent drives her wild

Sound of your voice is like angels

Hearing your words and she forgets everything

Bound by your words she obeys
 

Seeing your face brings her joy

You are her sun

Fill all her senses

Take them away

Never give them back

For they are yours

The Death of I (poem)

The Death of I

By: Macabre Brat

she used to use I all the time

In fact she thought that talking about herself in the third person was strange

The longer she belonged to Him

The less she wanted to use I

In fact talking in the third person became natural and made since

she no longer was her own person

she belonged to Him

she wanted nothing more than to be His

Sting of the Whip (poem)

Sting of the Whip

By: Macabre Brat

He picks her up when she is down

He is her rock when she needs to stand on firm ground

He is her everything

she can’t wait till she can feel the sting of His kiss

Master and slave (poem)

Master and slave

By: Macabre Brat

Two different people

One mind, body, and soul

When one is sick, sad, or having a hard time

The other feels the same

Two different people

Linked together in such away even words can’t describe

Master and slave