I would be the worst Dom Ever. If a Sub said “Here is my being, Do as you like.” Only her pleasure and joy

I’m not sure how this all goes dow… I’m not sure how it works The only thing I know for sure We love each other’s quirks The things we thought would drive…

Your thought forms beauty and beas… Your word produces joy and despair… Your movement brings life and deat… Your power creates your present.

Ever seen Fawn on teet Wagging tail like dog? If you can’t Then I shant

I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less

I’ve always been Out on the run I’ve never felt Like had a home And then one day

I love the way you say that you Are drawn to my voice I love the tremble in your touch The steady of your choice I love the open hand you give

Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus

You say that you enjoy people I don’t think that is true You want to be a pure steeple And lord it over fools

I only care about you when You exit from my life I only ahh-pper-ec-i-ate When I can’t taste your spice I only know that you are all

I need to get him out So he feels the treat Of an empty bladder Grass beneath his feet

I pour my heart into these prose Because I feel I need to go Into the darkness that will show What needs to surface from below

I need to be Out in the bush Not just a mere Craving or crush It’s a huge piece

Life after age eight Put downs and berates People don’t like you When they look like fools