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Click hereHis day begins with putrid little schemes
For each slave who will crave and beg and need;
And, as he contemplates them, it just seems
His hunger's fed, the more that he demeans
Woman and, yet, he wants hope in her eyes,
While he humiliates and taunts. He finds,
When offering his manhood as her prize,
That he needs praise. And, yes, he really minds
The way she chokes and gags: she is in thrall
To all he offers, with each bitter spray
Released to stain her lips; but lusts recall
An idea, his emissions can't allay,
Of man, seeking approval like the rest,
Expelled from wombs to be nursed at the breast.
oh, sorry dudes--teeheehee. This poem made me harken back, I'm sorry to say, to unpleasantness, so it had a "piss me off" effect. When we read we often draw from experiences and those can be good and bad. As poetry, quite nice, as memory, well that kinda sucked for me, but doesn't reflect on the quality of the verse. All poems should not make us feel like fluffy butterflies, but rather remember and not f-up again.
Little confused as to why, AbAA scheme. Doesn't seem to work, not a purist BTW, far from it. But the extra A demeans (pardon) your work.
100!
A wonderful poem! The first time I read it, it reminded me of the Beatles song Lady Madonna but reading though it a few more times I could see it was much more sophisticated. I like it! Raw and meaningful! Good poetry!
Loved this one SO and particularly liked how you turned it around ...... the Dom needing reassurance