My Girl- a poem by Bushmutt
bush...@hotmail.com
My Girl
My girl has flowing, curly, golden blond hair
Tied in pigtails, oh, so cute, and soft as feathers
Her eyes are a crisp sky like blue
Peering at me, so innocent, but hiding a nature unforeseen
Her skin, so white
Like the milk from a mothers breast
Her breasts, small and supple
With nipples, substantial and firm
Great nubs, sponge like and elastic to the touch
Set upon silver dollar areolas, pinkish-burgundy in hue
Her bottom, what a bottom! Such a joy to behold!
And to hold such a bottom, to sink ones hands into the soft firmament that is
women flesh
Ecstasy
For her curves, great and round and vast and firm
That glide downwards into her voluptuous thighs
Betray not her youth
But a female maturity that is the desire of all men (and women)
And should one decide to spread her bottom cheeks
One would be greeted not by one treasure, but two
Nestled between her thighs, underneath her mound of mons and the curls of soft
pubic hair
Lies her pink pussy, shaven to bare her fruit
Her succulent vulva, lips hanging graciously
Awaiting attention
And between her cheeks, buried deep in the cleft of her bottom
Rests a little pink star, tight to first touch
But sensitive to proper attention
And such is my girl, such a bundle of joy
A highly personable girl
With much fun to employ
But sometimes my girl
Has knots all inside
And is consumed with a guilt
That even she cannot hide
And so on the sofa, to me she does come, and sits down beside
With guilt in her eyes, her head hanging low
Her hands clasped on her thighs
She says to me, "Daddy…"
Even though I am not
I am only such a figure to her, in her heart and her head
For she requires this one
To do for her what is best
She says, "My heart is consumed
With the naughtiness that I've had
I feel it inside
It is so very, very bad."
So I ask of her
What she requires that I do
And she responds
That I do what is best
So gently I take her, with arms that are just
And over my knee she is placed
To get what is best
To receive a fair hand
On her bottom, at rest
Quietly she goes, not a sound is said
As she is laid to rest
Across my knee
To get what is best
Her skirt I pull up
And she makes not a sound
Revealing her undies
Which will soon come unbound
Her undies are white
And so cute is her bum
But not too long I spend admiring her bottom
For down her undies, they come
Down they are pulled
Over thighs, tightly squeezed
A little whimper is heard
As I pull them down past her knees
And there in my lap
Lays a most beautiful sight
Two luscious cheeks
Awaiting their plight
My girl looks up, and I look down
And I ask, "Are you ready?"
She bites her lip and frowns
"Don't give me that face." I tell her quite sternly
"You asked for what is best
And you shall get it quite firmly."
She whimpers and whines
And her bottom does jiggle
From side to side
Her cheeks they do wiggle
But soon she is quiet, at rest on my lap
Resigned she is, to her fate, at last
And to me she says, "Daddy, do as you must
For I have been naughty, and you know what's best
But please have some mercy
Be not consumed by your lust
To spank my poor bottom
Till it is red as rust."
And to her I reply, "You know your Daddy
His hand is always fair
But when my girl has been naughty
She always gets her fair share."
And so I turn my attention
From face to behind
And I began spanking
That luscious round hind
Down comes my hand
Just, and fair
To pummel the cheeks
Of my naughty girl's rear
>From left cheek to right cheek
I slap and I smack
From the tops of her thighs
To the small of her back
And squeal that she does
When I strike down on her thighs
But I do ignore her
And she knows right well why
Her cheeks they do jiggle
And quiver, and shake
On under the force
A fair hand it does take
To make a girl listen
To that just voice inside
The one that does tell her
The wrong from the right
I look down
At my poor girls face
The tears they are running
All over the place
Her breath it is heaving
Her voice choking up
Of mercy she asks me
She has had enough
I look at her bottom
How red it's become
But not red enough I decide
And continue on
I smack her much harder
She cries out and kicks
But no mercy will come
For a bottom only pink
Oh such luscious chaos
From such a young lass
Her bottom exploding
The bombardment so intense
Finally it is over
Her discipline done
My just hand it is tired
And her bottom glowing, a red sun
Her whimpers continue
As I sit her up in my lap
I wipe her teary face
And hug her tenderly
But her penance is not over
To the corner she must go
To think about her naughtiness
And display her bottom, all aglow
My girl I do love her
But sometimes it is just
To smack her luscious bottom
Out of love and of lust
After her penance
I put her to bed
But not before
She has given me head
For every time
That I do what is just
She shows her appreciation
And that is a must
I undress her slowly
While rubbing her red hiney
And I put my fingers
In places that are naughty
Happy she is
That I give her such attention
Even though she's been bad
She deserves a little pleasure, I reckon
Around her clitoris, And into her pussy
My fingers bring on, Great pleasure and juices
So in goes my tongue, And she begins to moan
Soon she has come, And now it's onto my bone
Switchmaybe(BG)
can pounce of course, and its this sort of unpredictability and going till
its over that I often want for myself...sigh...
Brian
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Brian - Pain is fine, but drop me and I shatter.
Only my eyes are blind.
It's OK, Ive got the balls, so let's play!
switc...@blueyonder.co.uk
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