Golden Shower

Posted by Aristotle seeking Phyllis | Femdom Poetry, Golden Shower |

You told me the first time we met
I’d plead to drink your piss.
I laughed and told you “No way! Bet?”
Now things have come to this:

I’m on my back between your legs
Mouth open, drinking up,
Me, who swore he’d never beg
To drink wine from your cup.

Mistress, I did not know at first,
What you knew would prove true.
No other drink would slake my thirst
To give myself to you.

How can I not deem you divine,
You who change water into wine.

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Aristotle seeking Phyllis

Aristotle, a volunteer service sub at FemdomU Magazine, has recently embraced his true identity as a submissive. With a passion for music and poetry, he finds his deepest satisfaction in service, especially in traditionally subservient tasks like cleaning and organizing, primarily for women. This work deepens his connection to his intrinsic nature. Aristotle channels his experiences and emotions into poetry, using each verse to document his personal transformation. Magazine readers can anticipate regular insights from Aristotle through his reflective essays and poignant poetry. View Full Profile