Poetic Wanker is Back.

(From a reader who takes one of my photos and then writes his perverted poetic take on it.)

 

Mystic Power that draws the eyes
Where her Fem'nine Essence lies...
Sense it is a Sacred Thing...
(In chess terms, Queen takes King!)
King removes his golden crown
Hesitates...then lays it down
At Her feet, where he is kneeling
A simple act, yet so revealing...
Toward Her Pussy lifts his eyes
An act, he learns, that is not wise
He feels the cane upon his flesh!
Leaving stripes, vivid, fresh...
Can only look when told he can!
No more a King! (Scarcely a man!)
Yet his internal eyes It holds
Stripping things he thought strongholds...
Strips his will he thought so strong!
Pulls his heart and soul along...
Pulls his eyes down to the floor...
A Thing to worship and adore...