A brand new erotic poem by me.
the love of you being commanded
the pleasure of you being demanded of putting you
over my knee and spanking you while you call me, "Daddy, sir" and
the hands holding your ass while making you go for tears of joy and
the sounds of that red hot desire that
makes thy ass red and the handprints that
bring out the baddest woman in you as you cry for
more spanks, pain and mad passion desire
before the night is over and we end up
fully naked on top of each other with your hair being a mess with thong tossed in air
The End
A Lot 7 Poem
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The Colors of Many: A Collection of Poems
PoesíaThese poems can make anybody feel things: love, desire and sadness.
