She knew she shouldn't have touched His stuff
Her insolence He had had enough
Without warning, He grabs her waist
Today He would show her what they craved
Leaning her over His lap, He whispers count in her ear
In nervous laughter, she tries to steer
When the first strike hits her square on her ass
Quickly quiets her stops all the sass
As soft as a whisper she tells Him one
Catching His breath at the excited stun
He strikes one then two at three
She was in a place He could not see
At the last strike, He slowly rose to His feet
Tucking her safely in His arms
He knew their lives were now complete
2 comments :
Excellent poem!!!
Thank you sweety =)
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