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I wonder, ma'am
Ma'am, would it offend you greatly if I said I want your son?
That I want to boldly go where no woman has yet gone?
That I wish to bring him pleasure and a fair amount of pain?
That I want to kiss him gently 'til he thinks he's gone insane?
Ma'am, would you tell me, is this offensive to your ears?
That I want my mouth around your son as his climax nears?
That I want to do to him what is way outside the norm?
That I desire nothing more than his sweating naked form?
Ma'am, I cannot tell, do you like what I am saying?
That I want your son so greatly that my self control is fraying?
That I wish to bind him fully, to tease and make him plead?
That I want to drain him of his warm and tasty seed?
I wish to truly know ma'am, does saying this offend?
That I want to lick your son from end to luscious end?
That I crave his virgin fluids and how sweetly he'd erupt?
That I wish to steal his innocence and irrecoverably corrupt?
I'm not a very good judge ma'am, of what should be said and what should not;
Perhaps I should have stuck to 'I think your son is hot'?
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