the tsunami of submission
that she never could avoid
came crashing down upon her soul
leaving all darkness destroyed
wet and rocking back and forth
from methods He employed
the sands of time may wash away
but His strong hand fills the void
🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊
A creature that she could not see
Was clinging to control
Forging feelings labeled “free”
That failed to make her whole
This creature said a peaceful soul
Was one big choice away
“To scream & bitch & whine is fine
But don’t use that voice to pray”
But praying hard is what she did
& Heaven did reply
“These burdens will be banished, dear
Just don’t look to the sky!”
Her comfort comes in flesh & blood
A human just like her
He’ll conquer every monster
That had made her life a blur
He claims her quickly, no more sickly
Demons in her head
The creature cried out as he died
“With grief I must be fed!!!”
”For love is like a bomb for me
Submission like a sword
I can’t be her prince ever since
She kneeled before her Lord”🔥🙏💪🏻
In the soft light of daybreak
They wake side by side
Her eyes still half shut
But she’s ready to ride
Each morning’s mission
To practice their craft
Milk flows from her nipples
& seed from His shaft
It’s never to early
For a day’s sexy start
Her mouth’s filled with cum now
Like joy fills her heart😍🤪
Sticky seed across her face,
Occupies tears former place,
Daddy’s heat a warm embrace,
Numbness shall take no more space…
Holes are filled, souls are filled,
All goes as it should-
Princess picking up her crown
Her throne is the Kings wood!
Her body shaking
Burdens breaking
Daddy’s staking claim,
To what He owns
With chromosomes
To ignite life like flames,
Burns her anger
Burns her pride
Burns desolation too,
No room’s left
For loneliness
That loathsome reign is through
There’s only room
For Daddy’s seed
It’s conquering her womb
Her barren days
Now castaways
Drowned in a liquid tomb
Life is coming
Love is coming
Just nine months away
Now a pro
At procreation
Daddy made her day🥰😍🔥💪🏻
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any feedback is appreciated! I know a poem celebrating the act (& art) of passionately knocking your wife up might be a little unusual lol, but since I believe my 2nd child is a couple weeks along in the womb right now it felt right to write about it😎
On her knees she finds a type of strength
Not felt upon her feet
Her worries melt like icicles
Exposed to summer’s heat
Depression must retreat each time
She’s grasped by Daddy’s hands
For He who holds her throat has smote
The strain of life’s demands
For His commands are sacred
A sanctuary so fine
Tonight His kisses are her bread
& His seed the sweetest wine
It feels divine because it is
Far more than just a “lay”
When she submits, a demon quits
No place in her to stay!