Away From Cobbled Streets.  

You usher me away from cobbled streets,
And hurry me along rough coastal paths;
I feel the sun's awakening: it heats
My thoughts, as does the view of distant wharves;

So here we are, far from the market crowds;
And looking down upon a sea so blue,
Now that the mist has thinned it scarcely shrouds
The edges of my vision, unlike you;

You reach a favoured rock and, there, you sit
Beckoning me to join you on your lap;
The first report breaks up the silence; hit
My bottom with your hard, percussive slap;

Yes , spank me, daddy, for I need to feel
How you're in charge, as every spanking speaks
To me of your control, so, when I kneel,
I'll suck your cock away from cobbled streets.