My Lady’s Garden

Posted by Aristotle seeking Phyllis | Femdom Poetry |

There’s a walled garden that I know
Hidden behind a flowered door.
To enter one must first bend low
And kneel down upon the floor.

It opens only to a kiss,
Petals unfurling to make room.
My tongue and lips were made for this,
To swirl across its pearly bloom.

Mistress your garden’s my delight.
I swear to water it with care.
It outshines Eden in my sight,
I pray you let me enter there.

There ‘tween your thighs I’ll pleasure you
Until your sighs tell me I’m through.

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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