Needs In Good Time

Be Not Petulant In Thy Desire , Nor Pout In Poignant Pushiness ;

Thy Needs Shall Be Met In My Good Time , As I Am A Poet Of My Word ;

I Shall Slowly Stimulate Thee With Verbal Stroking And Stoking Of Thy Fire

And Whispers Igniting Embers Long Smoldering After I Left You Smoking

Before Your Hot Ass Turned To Ashes Under My O So Tender Touch :

I Quenched You With Honey Mead And Royal Jelly Like A Live Hive Queen ,

My Bee Pollen Dripping From Your Lips After I Demanded You Work For It

When You Sexually Depraved Begged To Be My One And Only Will Enslaved

Emperor Of Your Universe And His Concubine I As Yours And You As Mine ,

Yet You Must Wait Without Demand For The Sound Of My Voice And The Touch

Of My Hand For You Wear The Burning Red Of My Spank And Sign Of My Brand

And It Is With This Catalyst That Your Lips Are Alchemically And Lovingly Kissed

And You Show Me My Every Wish Is A Devotion And Your Dedicated Remand !

You Are My Bitch...I'll Scratch Your Itch When I Am Ready !