Lesson Learned

You’ve finally learned your place

All it took was your disgrace

She did it out love

She did it because it was time

You are one of those she loves

Yet you are not her lover

Least not physically

She knew you were tugging at the leash

So for you she had a lesson to teach

 

From dusk till dawn ,you have watched, heard and been the source of laughter

She dressed you like a two dollar whore

Red lips and shiny pink finger tips

She made you answer the door

He laughed so hard when he saw you

She made you drop to your knees

And give him an oral tease

You spent the rest of time

Fetching food and drink

Watching as you knelt

Seeing her melt

Like putty in his hands

You were just beginning to understand

 

The night went on

To bedroom, you were stripped to your lingerie

Bound to the chair and gagged with her wet panties

They made you watch, as they fucked. You saw it all

Every time he came

She threw the used condom on you

They fucked for what seemed like hours

In the morning you heard them in the showers

Still bound to the chair

A used condom dripping in your hair

He said goodbye

And she left you there

To sit and watch her sleep

You wanted to weep

For you knew finally it was true

You were property

A favorite pet

You were not her lover

Never were, never will be

You belong to her

And that’s how it was meant to be

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Perfection Deception

Lips of red

A sinful smirk

And eyes of the serpent

Tongue of silver

A river of tears in your path

A lover of jealous wrath

With a lustful fever

Of a sinner who’ll never repent

You always know what will work

To get them in your bed

 

Finger wrapped

They fall for your pretty lies

And the softness of your sighs

As they worship between your thighs trapped

 

Seeking ambrosia in the folds of pink flesh

And tasting the golden fruit fresh

With delightful glee

Unaware of the damage done

Without care of what you are about to be

If they only knew they would run

 

Your the wolf at the door

Scratching to get in

You’re a woman and more

The fifth horseman of the apocalypse

Honey dipped in sin

And still the last taste on every lovers lips

Monster

Sharp words, Cutting deep

Wounded soul, bleeding heart

Left on the floor in tatters, torn apart 

Were I not a monster I would weep

Yet I have no time and promises to keep

As I make my way through the dark day 

Of absence sleep 

Yet dream of the love that slipped away 

Because a monster doesn’t know how to say you are it’s everything 

When it is nothing

The sweetest sin 

The sweetest sin

Begins with a grin 

A lick of the lips

A look in the eyes

A wetness between the thighs

A thrust of the hips

Short breaths

In between the little deaths

Come the taunting moans

That whisper in your ear

As you let go your fear

To the hand that owns 

Your heart

And holds you llke a work of art

Up into the new dawn’s light

Down at the end of the long night 

The Gates

In the moon’s light

There in the soft darkness

Kneeling at paradise’s door

Opened mouth

To receive the supplication

Like a wanton whore

Licks that are deep and thick

 

Tasting the ambrosia smooth and slick

Only a moan from within without a voice

Pleasure With utter devotion

As the doors, open south

As if by choice

Sweat glistening from eagerness

With no end in sight