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    I want to saturate your brain with objectifying praise

    I love the way your tits pop out of that swimsuit

    Your lips look amazing with that cocksucker red lipstick

    Doesn’t it seem like people are nicer to you when you wear those shorts that leave your ass hanging out?

    I love the way people look at Me when you dress slutty like this

    I can tell you love Me by the way you fight through the gagging when you suck Me

    You mean so much to Me when you’re chained to the bed like this

    Whipping you for breaking the rules really makes Me feel like our relationship is stronger than ever

    I love how you never know what to think… you’re so cute when you feel stupid

    Don’t you wish you were showing more cleavage?

    Wouldn’t you feel more confident wearing something more revealing?

    You’re not like other girls - you’re such a genuine whore. This is the real you. A slut. I love that so much about you.

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    thepoeticsir

    “She was the kind of girl that liked driving fast And being undressed slowly She loved finding notes on the dresser And tasks that made her bite her lip She loved going out to eat with her gentleman And staying in to be eaten by her wolf She loved finding her bags already packed And being cast as the star of his adventures She loved all night drives and walks in the country And not caring where she left her panties She loved her baths, oils and silks But was truly at home with the scent from his shirt She loved dazzling him with her creative successes And how his wicked texts drove her to distraction She liked being fiercely independent But moreso the bliss she found serving the one she loved”

    — PoeticSir

    thepoeticsir

    “She was the kind of girl that liked driving fast And being undressed slowly She loved finding notes on the dresser And tasks that made her bite her lip She loved going out to eat with her gentleman And staying in to be eaten by her wolf She loved finding her bags already packed And being cast as the star of his adventures She loved all night drives and walks in the country And not caring where she left her panties She loved her baths, oils and silks But was truly at home with the scent from his shirt She loved dazzling him with her creative successes And how his wicked texts drove her to distraction She liked being fiercely independent But moreso the bliss she found serving the one she loved”

    — Original writing © ThePoeticSir 2016

    “Here’s to the girls that love to be barefoot in the rain… Treat them well They may seem rough and tumble Fiercely independent and wild spirited But they are fragile at heart, and need much tenderness And firm embraces when the storms come, and they’ll come They like pretty things, draw girly hearts on letters and dance in cotton dresses They need passion, need even more to fuel your passion Their fires burn beneath the winsome smiles and sterling eyes They beg for the crush of your body, the heft of you, musk and firm hands They have soft centers and tangy nectar that will lure you to your undoing Like sirens on the shore on hot summer nights you’ll be drawn to them They curl up like kittens on your chest, leaving blankets behind So you can always see the fineness of their delicate body on you Unkempt they are still porcelain and jasmine sleeping Awake they are vanilla and lace, all wrapped up in your loving embrace Treat them well”

    — Original writing © ThePoeticSir 2015  

    “She was… She was all things Alluring and sweet A handful with cold feet She was maddening Gladdening and angling Haranguing and even saddening She was sensual and submissive Not a pushover on any issue But she craved surrender and to give She was full… Of life and love And thirsty for so much more She was hard and stoic She built walls never broached But she dreamed they’d fall, fall, fall She needed to be needed To be tamed, leashed and a master heeded Until she’d purr, kneel and crawl She couldn’t feel truly alive Until she was tested by fire Captured, stinging her flesh a sinful choir She was so complex Any man would despair or easily vex But she was craving far more than deviant sex She wanted at those inflection points Not to be courted, but to be owned She could be the queen on sins throne To be put on a pedestal Coveted, toyed corrupted Until she was filled as a precious vessel But at the end of the day She needed much tenderness Understanding and love was her quest Only a madman Could pursue her to Gehenna But if he did, she’d revere him forever”

    — Original writing © ThePoeticSir 2014