groundhog day...

The constant click clack may as well be silence

the bed of lettuce to your everyday boredom

Tuesday, Wednesday, ...does it really matter?

this case...that case

computer screen...stone face

that is....until

you listen closely...

the pattern sounds familiar

the heavy, confident strides that produce that sound

so familiar

then...a faint...yet undeniable scent

ever so slight...yet detectable

begins to swirl about the tip of your nose

and just as it all adds up in your head

there Daddy appears filling the frame of your door

the smile doesnt wait for permission to explode

instead it instantly spreads evenly across your face

you would know that his smile is equally as wide...

except your field of vision seeks much lower aim

you've always loved the way his slacks drape

such a stickler for a tailored fit

such a...MAN...you swoon internally

but, more than how they fit, its what they hide you love the most

maybe its the way he commands you to take ownership

the way he says...its all yours...only...yours

maybe its the way it makes your hands feel small

or your mouth big, forced to open wide...as if Daddy was a dentist

maybe its because the only time you will answer gladly to the title of bitch

is when its buried inside...deep, wide...curved perfectly

all of the above

check

as u make your way upward...u notice quite the surprise

a small, yet lavishly wrapped box...velvet red bow

"for me?" you inquire

"absolutely baby....all yours"

you meticulously open your surprise as he prods about your schedule

Daddy locks the office door as he approaches

"how long until your next meeting?" Daddy says...sliding closer

"twenty seven minutes"

"good...that gives me twenty minutes to speak with my pussy"

you part the tissue, to reveal a beautiful pair of black lace boyshorts

Daddy leans in and whispers in that sexy baritone voice...

"you'll need new ones when im done"





....to be continued

GOODBYE

If just one breath inside was left

one beat for heart to sound

one second given me to live

to cap my life with crown

then no debate would stir within

no need to ponder at all

no lengthy list of words to sift

to sound at curtains call

with certainty i know tonight

just as i know my name

exactly what I'd aim to do

amid my final frame

I'd wish to leave just as reborn

when introduced to bliss

with drifting eyes upon the skies

melting in your kiss

NO HANDS....

ALL I REQUIRE IS THAT YOU LISTEN

RELINQUISH WHAT YOU KNOW

PAY CLOSE ATTENTION

WORLD AROUND YOU MUST GO

SUCH SWEET SUBMISSION

BEGS OF UNSPEAKABLE TRUST

SO SAY NOTHING...

BE PAINTED WITH VERBAL BRUSH

THOSE SCREAMS INSIDE...

HEARD BY TRAINED EAR

U PLEAD THAT THEY SUBSIDE

...THATS WHY IM HERE

WATCH DISTANCE FOLDED

SUDDENLY...THERE I SIT

WATCH FINGERS MOLDED

THE DEEPER YOU GET

ITS THEN THAT U REALIZE ITS NO LONGER YOUR OWN

THE SUSPENSE...STEADY RISING

BUILDING WITH THE MOANS

SWEET TURNS TO DEMANDING

SUCH EXCITABLE FEAR

NOW DADDIES COMMANDING

"PULL THAT FUCKIN HAIR"

THE QUIVER...OUTSTANDING

LOSING TRACK OF COUNT

THE VISION...WITHSTANDING

THE PACE STARTS TO MOUNT

TOUCHIN...AS I WOULD

GRABBIN SHIT LIKE ME

TEASING...AS TOLD

LEAKING...WITH GLEE

RIDE ON COMMAND

GRIND HARDER...MY REPRIMAND

EACH ORGASM...A CASTLE

MY ORDERS...THE SAND

AND WITH EVERY FLOOD...DOUBT AGAIN IS MOCKED

AGAIN...AND AGAIN...TILL FORCED TO STOP

NOT TOO MUCH...NOT TONIGHT

NOW RETURNING FROM TRANCE

NOW THANK DADDY FOR SOAKING

THOSE SHEETS WITH NO HANDS

RAIN

THE WATER FRAMES MY PERFECT TEN

CASCADING

ENGULFING

ENCASING

THE WHEELS BEGIN TO TURN WITHIN

OF NEED TO HAVE YOU NOW

MY EYES TELL HALF THE STORY

MY GRIP CONVEYS THE REST

COMMANDED TO CLOSE UMBRELLA

RAIN DRIPS SLOW FROM MY CHEST

MY DRESS SHIRT SEPARATES YOUR TOUCH

BUTTON BY BUTTON IT FADES

MY NECK KEPT STEADY AS THE FLOW

AS IS MY PIERCING GAZE

WHAT ELSE COULD POSSIBLY PULL MY EYES

AWAY FROM YOUR SOAKING NAPE

WHAT ELSE WOULD U EXPECT FROM ME

WHY WOULDN'T DADDY TAKE...

MY BELT UNDONE...NOW HEAVY SLACKS

FALL DOWN...I STEP ASIDE

KICK EM AWAY...BUT BOXERS STAY

YOUR MEAL THROBBING INSIDE

AGAINST THAT DRESS...ITS TIME TO TEST...

THE STRENGTH THESE HANDS POSSESS

YOU BITE YOUR LIP...RIPPED OFF THOSE HIPS

YOUR FIRM NIPPLES CONFESS

I START TO TRACE YOUR FOREHEAD

THEN TRAILING DOWN EACH CHEEK

OUR PERSONAL EROTICA...

CLINCHED LEGS CANT STOP THE SEEP

LIFTED HAIR...NOW SUCKIN THERE

TASTING FROM SIDE TO SIDE

WHISPERING CUMMING ATTRACTIONS

YOU TREMBLE INSIDE

HYPNOTIZING KISSES...POURING RAIN DRENCHES

FORCEFULLY...AGAINST THE TREE

FOR PLEASURE...PAIN FLINCHES

BOXERS GONE...LEGS SPUN

NOW KISSING FACE TO FACE

PELVIS TILTS...SCREAMING WILTS

INSIDE THE WATERS PACE

THE ANGLE BEGS FOR TIRED LEGS

YOUR NAILS STAB DEEPER STILL

BUT MORTAL SHIT JUST WOULDN'T FIT

VERSUS OUR LUSTFUL WILL

THE NEIGHBORS STARE...FROM OVER THERE

MR SHAKES HEAD IN SHAME....

BUT HIS MRS PERKS AT MY SINFUL SMIRK

....DAMN I LOVE THE FUCKING RAIN