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Queen Bee

*an erotic triple-Sonnet*   † †
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(I, as a Domme with my male submissive, reminisce about our fetish lifestyle.)

You speak intensely, yearningly to me,
Your passion is to crawl inside of me.
To grow within the wanton womb of me,
And clone yourself for every hole in me.

I liken it to living in a hive,
Not me of course, but you a worker, strive.
And with distorted body, your queen, thrive,
While larvae young in honeycomb, alive.

You want to be my menstrual cycle phase,
To drink it down, the spume for when we bathe.
Mixed in with amber essences we save,
And share between, the rhythm of our crave.

With fetishes, we welcome every kind,
In nightly marathons to seek and find.

Delicious is our sense of how we rave,
I'd give you special license as my slave.
Rewarding you each time you'd misbehave,
As long as you could take all that I gave.

And give to you your Mistress's release,
Onto your head to swirl all thruí your fleece.
Or down your face to glaze that oral crease,
And everywhere I squirt, your part & piece.

To stay completely nude in every way,
Prepared for beck and call when e'er I say.
To be the best of me and never stray,
And be a proper pupil every day.

On special nights the cuffs are set aside,
To let my ponyboy be free to ride.

At toilet, when we set a dinner date,
And dress for the occasion's formal fÍte.
To place beneath my puckering a plate,
With flatware serving morsels that you ate.

And then, the darker spectrum when we fuck,
Each one more twisted as we bite and suck.
The taboo acts of insert, swell and tuck,
Will always have us stretching wide our luck.

Like exhibitionism to the hilt,
Another form of sex play without guilt.
In public spectacle they watch and tilt,
To speculate how our sex life is built.

There never seems an ending to our want,
When darkest pleasures' deepest places haunt. † †
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Original mousework art ďPony BoyĒ by Jade Pandora. †  
†Copyright © 2016-2018 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Published | Edited 12th Oct 2018
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