I have a doll.
I pull her strings.
And she says some naughty things.
I am her master.
She is my slave.
How I love to scream her name.
She is my doll.
I dress her up.
How she fills me with lust.
She makes me feel all seven sins.
But makes me feel great in the end.
To hear her voice.
It makes me weak.
Giving me everything I need.
She is my doll.
My sexy toy.
I pull her strings.
And bring her joy.
I wind her up.
Make her come alive.
How she inspires my sex drive.
My sweet doll.
She does her all.
Inside her thighs she claws.
She longs for me.
She haunts my dreams.
Such a beauty she is to see.
My doll.
My doll.
My doll she’ll be.
My sexy doll.
Just for me.
COMMENTS
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sculptarexdexfrumuse
23:04 Jul 22 2009
A line comes to me, and I build on it from there. This poem does have a story to it. I take what I will. Building our own story.
Because it DOES deal with a closeness of two human beings physically. Not saying that means sex. Though it could...?
As others have quote towards their masters,
Like a king on his throne
You rule over all you see
I’m your doll
Groveling by your feet
I’ll be your doll.
To play with until the end of time
VampyreGurl22
02:51 Aug 29 2009
I like it. Just enough sexuality and feeling.