A name for each occasion
You may call me Daddy or Sir, to me it's just a name. I could be your master, if we were in some kinky game
Me giving you things to do, I'd have you as my own sex slave, doing all the things I like, fulfilling all I crave
You could be my Princess, or Daddy's special little girl, then we could play scenarios and let each dream unfurl
I'd tell you to take pictures of yourself, perhaps whilst in a park, wearing no panties to make my desires spark
Dress you up in role play things, a school girl would be fun, I'd put you across your Daddy's knee, I'd stroke and spank your bum
Have you knelt before me, put my cock passed your painted lips, so I can watch you suck me, whilst you hold my hips
Tie you down with silk scarfs, spread you open wide, climb in between your thighs and push my cock inside
So you can call me anything, I'd be your Master, Sir of Dad, I'd be anything you need of me, I want to make you wet and glad
THE KINKY POET