Rhyme’s Demands
Deprived the strictures of his art
The poet’s lost, without restraint;
To celebrate what’s in his heart
His verse and love both need constraint.
Just as the sonnet’s rhyme requires
That alternating lines each stress
The beat and press of his desires –
Love’s bonds demand of him no less.
The poet hopes not for release,
His only wish is to fulfill
Love’s sweet commands and so find peace
Achieving his Mistress’s will.
This poet and his pen are yours
So long as life and love endure.
Thank You Mistress! As far as the pink cage goes, I will let You and Mizz Geena make that decision.…
Good boy mayi. Short and sweet. I think keeping you in the pink cage should be your norm, but Mizz…
Im A great mommy mistress I really love to know about wax FemDem
Beautifully handled, Duckie—though I suspect Madam is going to have a hard time getting her favorite toy back!
duckie, it would be wonderful if all women could have a boy as obedient, helpful, and useful as you are.