just the thought of You…

Your skin under its fingertips
its body surrendered to Your control
let us please stay right here for just an hour or more
Time to start the day girl He firmly gives a command
sweet moans arise upon its lip
a gentle push one soft whisper yes Sir releasing from His grip
If to simply remain in this luxurious stolen moment
To experience the radiation floating over still lingers in our touch
fill it again with Your fruitful juice
satiated while worshiping You with love and gentle tenderness
Is it possible to actually feel a heart expanding with devotion
seeping from its very soul flooding with emotion
The aroma now penetrating through the heated air
consuming its thoughts wants and desire
begging Him please without saying a word pleading with its flesh on fire
You have taken it places never to have been seen
We started out as a tepid pool of lust
evolving over time into a transformation of trust

                      With every passing day it is left wanting and craving You more                        pleased and honored to be its Master’s submissive little whore

contentment and craving…

Contentment…

  

“a state of happiness and satisfaction”

this little girl has been on a personal quest in search of it most of her life

she has looked high she has looked low

everyday met with discouragement as she came up against strife

the simplicity of her young childhood gone when she closed her eyes

it was time to grow up hurry now life it had managed to get away

tomorrow brought more of the same skeptics and negative lies

is it no wonder she longs for days of Pooh Bear her blankie and sucking her thumb

life can finally be comfortable because it is chosen to be

feeling so safe and protected with my Daddy Sir today

this little girl can sit still knowing it isn’t solely up to me 

though this little girl’s body has changed her inside craving her to feel

a longing for childhood creatures her soothing state sucking her Daddy’s “thumb”

relaxes His girl delivering her to a level of submission only to Him will she kneel

her strength is not in her holding on but rather in completely letting go

releasing all that she once possessed had a tight grip upon

surrender and relinquish giving Him total power and control

Craving… 

 

“a powerful desire for something”