What are Your Fetishes? #Poemup #ASMSG

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What are your fetishes?

Johnny on the spot wanted answers

Doe in the head light look was what he got

 

Until…

 

I’d like to be spanked

And my hair yanked

 

I’d like to be choked

And soaked

 

(Use your imagination)

 

I’d also like your lips to touch mine

And our hips to slowly grind

 

I’d love for your fingers to explore

Maybe even peek through my backdoor

 

I know you think of me as Little Miss Virgin

I’m sure your skills are honed like any fine surgeon

 

You’ll tell me or teach me just what you like

And expect to hear go fly a kite

Because I just might

say it and mean it.

 

There are so many things left unsaid,

Like I love to give head

I like being chained to the bed

 

I’d love true domination

I’d also enjoy forced penetration

 

I’d love to work up a sweat

I’d like to lick it off, it hasn’t turned a guy off yet

 

There’re so many things I could continue to list

The bottom line’s I want to be ruled with an iron fist

 

I want to be owned beyond a shadow of a doubt

I need it from the start, if you’re to have any clout

 

I’ve listed a few of my deviant deeds

I hope I’ve planted a few little seeds

 

I can’t wait for my pretty  garden to grow

So… after reading, are we friend or foe?

The Strength of Words by @GenevieveDewey #ASMSG #Poemup

  •  For those that do not know… Genevieve Dewey’s an amazing author The Original Genevieve Dewey, but more than that, she’s a magnificent person inside and out. She’s also someone I feel blessed to know and call friend. My poem  Words (Link to follow) was inspired by her.  She says she’s not a poet, but I believe the poem she wrote me in response says very different.  I hope you enjoy her poem as well as mine.  Words… #Poemup #ASMSG « Bad Penny’s always to blame!

The Strength of Words 

By Genevieve Dewey

I can feel the cool smooth satin across my face

Soothing the hot tracks of my tears

My eyes closed, lips parted

You begin

Your hot breath next to my neck

Whispering

Words

The tight painful tug of my hair as you close the knot

Then darkness

Silence…….

Touch

My thoughts spin, whirl, twirl, struggle, fight

Like the wings of a butterfly

Pinned

Beneath two strong unyielding fingers

I struggle, not to be free

But because the release will be ever sweeter

Then with each loop, each cinch, each gasp

I let go…

Caught

In your words

They loop around me

Entangle me

Snare me

Free me in my captivity

For I am no longer a prisoner to my doubts

My fears

My worries

My inadequacies

I am soaring free in the stillness

Where I cannot speak, cannot move, cannot think

I only hear

Words

Your body and lips speak

Telling me

I am a woman, a mother, a friend, a lover

That and so much

More

Each knot bound

It is not taking it is giving

A gift of peace, of stillness

The freedom to hear

Your words

They are as much a part of me as the marks

The marks I no longer see as imperfections

The marks from the growth of life

The marks your seed left on me, inside of me, outside of me

I no longer worry I am not pretty enough

Young enough

Firm enough

Tight enough

Good enough

I am soaring free

To see

I am me

I am yours

You remove my blinders and I can hear

The words

In your eyes

The words

Your firm strong lips soon speak

I am yours

You are mine

Forever bound in love

Where I am free to just be

Me

These are the only words that matter.