Can you resist?

A sexual kind of fantasy poem than men are ruled my over sexual woman!

His cheeks read as rubies her breath as cold as ice.

Her eyes slit as cats like one grain of rice.

His head still as winter her smile as hot as hell!

How did he get here oh where do they dwell?

He seems to be paralysed unable to stand.

No pleasant gesture no offering of the hand.

Left down below dripping in sweat.

Not reason to worry or even to fret.

Seems unable to recognise where he is.

Who is she who has done this?

She stand over him like a mothering bird.

But he drowsy so he doesn't hear a word.

She tips his neck back his lips peel back.

She feeds him something that he now does lack.

Three drips then four.

Then he's begging for more.

Full mobilised he's back to life.

How is this possible a second life?

He seems strangely obsessed with the woman who stands.

He follows order her ever commands.

His body her doll his skin for her pleasure.

Feel of his skin covers hear pleasure of measure.

The little ant god controls the sim that we play.

His life is her's now in ever which way.

Suttle and sweet and innocent he began.

Now a possessed sex ridden man.

He gets what he wants from following her lead.

Her little flower growing from one tiny seed.

Once he has learned he will be sent out.

He will turn other people without a doubt.

A world full of robots unable to think.

Being told what to do and even when to blink!

Is this a dream can it ever end?

Well, that is up to you my fellow manly friend!

 

Author's Note

Sorry for mistakes x