Submissions by MisterD

The battlefield was laid out in front of him
A lovely landscape for his eyes to behold
Every peak and valley a position to control
Planning was key, fingers plotting their routes
Trails left from digits, the sensations ink
Drawing out the pool where the naval forces would sink
Taking the high ground was necessary
Such places were essential to battle
The squeeze at the peaks making the map rattle
Acting fast was a folly for fools
The descent toward the valley made with a slow slack
To come down against either delicate side in a pincer...

His fingers' pace grueling
That swivel in her hips
His Baby Girl mewling
Making her world eclipse

The storm begins to rage
Heat between her thighs
Taken to her cage
Left merely to sigh

Hours go by, as she waits
A faint whisper making her ache
Locked behind his Commanding Gate
Her pleasure, his to break

Hours go by, and he returns
Baby Girl's face all smiles
Knowing she'll be fine, she yearns
For him to make her alive for awhile