If I was
If I was your master, I'd return home and expect to find you on your knee's, naked in a submissive pose waiting to serve and please
Whilst I sat in my chair, whilst you sat at my feet, I'll gently stroke your hair, to keep a special bond with you, to let you know I care
I'd dress you up in pretty things, send flowers to your door, even though I'm your dominant, no man could love you more
I'd guide you in my desires, you'd learn to fulfil my needs, both sexual and emotional, you'll take care when doing deeds
I would not punish you, unless you had been real bad, because I love you deeply and don't want to make you sad
The only pain I'd give you, is when we were both at play, I'd spank you across my knees, at least one time every day
Just so I can feel your ass, as I rub it gently after each stinging wack, that's why you don't own panties, so I can feel your crack
I'd get you tied up on the bed, taking pictures on my phone, get you to strip on a live chat, when I am on my own
I'd take you out to dinner, we would go dancing in the rain, your life would be so full of love, just simply say my name
Kneel down before me, just give your heart to me, submit yourself, make me your true master and fill my heart with glee
Oh what a wonderous dream, if I could only show it, but sadly I'm no master, I'm just a broken poet
THE KINKY POET
