Ode to a sub

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A quick BDSM poem.
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When I look for sub, anew,
I must ask all this of you:

May I tie you up with rope?
May I grab you, touch and grope?

May I wrap you up in chains?
May I beat you with my canes?

Can I bind your hands and feet?
Bondage every time we meet?

Can we play with all my toys?
Toys for girls and toys for boys?

Play inside with cuffs of leather?
Play outside in lovely weather?

Play in places new, exciting?
Does being dirty sound inviting?

Would you let me grab your tit?
Would you let me lick your clit?

Could I take you hard, by force?
Could I mount you like a horse?

I wish to make your body shiver,
as you cum, squeal, squirt and quiver!

Cum for me, a dozen times!
Cum until the "stop" bell chimes.

Tease me, flirt and fornicate?
Sex all day and until late?

Would you serve me Coke and rum?
Suck me off until I cum?

Would you be my photo muse?
Pose for pictures I can use?

Would you go to clubs with me?
Submit to me, where folk can see?

I think three is company;
would you play with them and me?

Does all this sound good to you?
Then contact me, you may now do.

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VilHaMerVilHaMer8 months agoAuthor

Thanks - just a little something I whipped up in my spare time. ;)

AnonymousAnonymous8 months ago

Damn that's good.

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