Today I am your LORD!
and you in fact and in practice
slave for comfort in bed!
I went to the door - I fell at my feet
and body straight fluttered -
when I put the collar on ...
for prophylaxis - on the bottom ...
whip walked - you are happy
from this only experienced !!
but this, of course, is not enough ...
... you thrown by me on the bed
and turned over
legs raised! ok picture ...
I put my feet on my palms
I do not like!?!?! - I do not pay
on this i'm completely attentive!
for disobedience - punishment!
I'll put a pen in my mouth until it stops
to tears blowjob brought!
palm on throat - I feel
as a member of mine in it ... and I finish !!
while coughing you breathe
I roll over the rock ... do you hear
as a belt with jeans take out
and say: do not!, I know!
I understood !, I will fulfill everything!
... and groan - strap on the buttocks
no more beautiful view !!! ... enjoy
I have time to move them ...
Once again I burn five of them !!
your sob ... bit her lip ...
but instead of a groan I hear - YES !!!
more !!, please and I beg !!!
... and I would not mind - and I quit again!
and out of you a moan of pleasure
and juice from the lap of lust
flow like a river - full water ...
again moan! bowed ... submissive!
back bend ... oozing bosom ...
in your eyes one languor
and thirst will enjoy again
by your humility ... if you please!
7 comments
  • One (a guest)
    December 24, 2013 12:01

    Mayakovsky turned over in his grave - _-

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  • December 24, 2013 21:24

    Laughed. Thank you, commentator :)

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  • Cherkasy (a guest)
    December 24, 2013 14:47

    Spill! You yourself, dear afftyr, tried to read it ???
    1. “lash walked”, “it looks no more beautiful”, “lifted legs” There is such a thing that distinguishes poetry from prose - the rhythm is called. For obsessive rhymed diarrhea - this is when you read with a certain periodicity of stress.
    2. Stylistic turns - beyond literature.
    3. And about rhymes, I generally keep quiet - nine verb, several simple soapy-washed ones, two clearly affty nights — not-spam finds - “lip-da” and “renew-izvol” and tueva hucha “nakhuya us rhyme”.
    I don’t ask you about how damnable you are with poetry-UG. So it is clear that the next chamo dreamed about the next sabak. But why the hell you, dear afftyr, it hung out and even called poetry, I'm very interested.

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  • December 24, 2013 21:27

    Cherkasy, and thank you. Comments amused even more than Poetry (with a large, essno, the letter "P")

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  • June 6, 2014 12:24

    Well, somehow yes ... rhythm, rhyme, everything is broken. The idea is good, but not implemented even by 30%.

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  • July 17, 2015 8:20

    Today I am your master!
    Brilliant line !!!

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  • July 17, 2015 8:22

    Dream with your
    Fuck merge
    In Ecstasy by the body
    Moan

    Get cramped
    Passion,
    And his mouth clamped
    Mooch.

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