No Sir

He called me baby, too.

Yes Sir- God Sir

Know you like it rough Sir

Please Sir

Only want to Please Sir

 

Master,

I am on my knees Sir

I beg, keen, Pray Sir

Lead me to the Pit Sir

 

Hot Sir

You like me when I’m Hot Sir

Strip my Fallen Feathers Sir

Slather me in oil Sir

Roast me, Stuff me

My purpose is to Sate Sir

Yours Sir

To curl around your leg Sir

A B***h Sir

Trick my tripled tongue Sir-

Oh Sir-

Never to say “No Sir”

 

Yes Sir

Innocence is fun Sir

Care Sir? No Sir.

Take it while I’m young- Sir.

Author's Note

This is how I choose to let my angst out :p lemme know what you think in the comments and don't be afraid to be brutally honest.

Reviews

[Adreamer's Bluejay]

Repetition usually isn't something I am a fan of but in this write you had a well enough established beat/flow/rhythm going that it I hardly noticed it was repetition. So great job there. I really think you did well with this and I hope to see more from you. Nicely written

[InsanityWriter]

I love the repetition. It makes me think of someone who is utterly desperate to please... In all the wrong ways. Good poem. :)

On the first line, did you mean "Good Sir?"