Lately I’ve been writing poems to my girlfriend, for her to read when she’s not around. Normally they are kinda gushy. This one is supposed to be just funny and horny, and it has no subtlety at all.
It’s about my crazy sex drive, and how it sometimes controls me. So hopefully it belongs here… For context, we are both women and we have a mildly D/s relationship where I have a protective/motherly role. The poem gets more dominant towards the end as my needs start to take over.
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*Under my covers I lie in a flush,*
*Forced to wake up from my hot dirty dreaming.*
*In the silence, something refuses to hush…*
*God help me, my pussy is screaming.*
*”Baby, don’t worry, I’m here for you.” Yep,*
*I’m resigned to my obligation.*
*When she cries out, I know the next step,*
*A reaction that’s simply causation.*
*I’ve decided to name her, I hope that’s not weird?*
*”Veronica,” somehow seems fitting.*
*A name gives her power, a force that’s revered,*
*And symbolic of my endless committing.*