Yes, Madam

JasmineUK

 

Pay your fees at the door,
And wipe your feet,
Where do you think this is?
It's not your shit street!

Yes Madam.

Get in that room,
You've been here before,
Leave your clothes, NEATLY,
Piled behind the door.

Yes Madam.

Quickly, QUICKLY!
Now you may look,
See my latex dress,
With my breasts over hook.

Yes Madam.

You may give me a lick,
Until I say when,
Now get to your work,
I'll have ideas for you then.

Yes Madam.

Now see those pots,
They won't wash themselves,
And when you're finished,
You can wipe all those shelves.

Yes Madam,

This spoon is not clean,
So put it up your rear,
And you keep it up there,
'Til I say, is that clear?

Yes Madam.

Now, worthless specimen,
Let me see your erection,
Is that all you've got,
That's a pure dereliction!

Yes, Madam.

How can you satisfy,
With such a tiny worm,
I shall slap it and slap it,
Until it's more firm.

Yes, Madam.

That's just pathetic,
You can offer me nothing,
For that you must suffer,
An hour in the coffin!

Yes, Madam.

Get down in there,
With your cock of a boy,
And stick out your tongue,
When I wish to employ.

Yes, Madam.

Right scumbag,
You'd better not be asleep,
I will sit on your face,
Until my orgasm sweep.

Yes, Madam.

Very good, Maggot,
You have use after all,
For that I won't clamp,
Your left hairy ball.

Yes, Madam.

Hah, I lied,
Your balls are both mine,
I hope that hurts,
You deserve it, you swine.

Yes, Madam.

Right, come here,
Let's see what I can do,
With this little thing,
To get all your man goo.

Yes, Madam.

Here, little shit,
Lick it all off my glove,
Show your Madam,
Your undying love.

Yes, Madam.

There you go,
Your time is now up,
Lick the spoon clean,
And put it in that cup.

Yes, Madam.

Go get dressed,
And through the backdoor, leave!
Your replacement is here,
To earn his sore reprieve.

Yes, Madam.
Same time next week?

  • Author: JasmineUK (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 20th, 2018 12:29
  • Category: Erotic
  • Views: 58
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Comments2

  • dusk arising

    Aha your vocation! Poet of course.
    (or should i say of coarse).
    No holds barred poetry does this site a lot of good. Far preferable to some of the droning brainwashed religious babble and the 'oh no, he's left me, now i must die but tell of my misery for weeks on end first' seen too regularly.
    You perk us up! Perky little things we are.

  • Syd

    πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ₯„πŸ₯„πŸ₯„Refreshingly brilliant!

    - Syd



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