Remove all my clothing
Remove every stitch
Then down on my knees
Like His good little bitch
Choke me with my collar
Spank me until I'm sore
I wait for Owner's orders
At His feet upon the floor
My body now quivers
My heart beats rapid
As the sweet, sadistic will
Of my Owner holds me captive
He'll treat me like an animal
He'll fuck me like his whore
Like the pathetic dog I am
I'll always beg Him for more
Author's Notes/Comments:
I've been feeling very sexual recently, which is different than just being horny. My best friend and I had a discussion and we concluded that being horny is a feeling that can be easily dispelled with masturbation or quick sex. However, feeling sexual is a stronger, more passionate energy. Not just the need to procreate, but the desire to share your body and soul with another person. This poem diverts down a branch of the sexual tree. The branch of BDSM. I've been a Dominant man my whole life, and for this poem, I decided to look at it from a submissive point of view. It's short and sweet. I like it.
