Lost is Pandora's box, gone forever
changing our worlds containing words,
our saying now being kitty's box
and you Daddy dear, can open it as you please
because I am your fruit,
I'm expecting you to snack on me
flood the groves of my pleasures
brightly shining through strikes of tingling pain
sweet as strawberries glistening
cherry's sign sings desires with finger's tips
savouring the taste... mmm, peach
grant twisted tricks conforming flesh
I am the head kitty of this grove
but I wish for you to be my deer in the night,
licking timidly, spiralling need to fall to my knees
sliding as you dive headfirst,
staining oceans... more passion speeding around lust
filling torments need towards contorted treasures
stroking yearning amidst pursuing your devilish games
craving waterfalls from hashtag muffling
when you place your lips to mine seeking tender kisses
overflowing fantasies to trickle streams spraying want,
framing longing to indulge in Daddy's debauchery
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
Offline) - Published: December 31st, 2021 04:20
- Comment from author about the poem: So I was watching my fave comedian (Russell Howard) and a close friend gave me the theme Pandora box so I did what I do best and mixed it up.
- Category: Erotic
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Comments4
Kitty's getting too much, methinks! She's a frisky lass. lol.
Lmao she is so naughty hahaha
I think hope was not the last thing in Pandoras box it was playfulness and your kitty found it and made it her own, great addition to your collection. 😈
Thanks mate appreciate it
I swear Katie,the first thing I do after reading your work,.......
Lmao 😂
What were you thinking lol 😂
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...is breath.😂😘🌹🌟✌️🕊
Breathing is good 🤣🤣
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