Poetry by Jeff Green


Not all is as it seems

by cricketjeff on September 5, 2007.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

You sit on your throne, my Queen
Commanding all to obey
You are dominant, yet serene
The ruler of all you survey.
If only your people knew all of your needs
How you change when we’re left on our own
How you’re punished severely for all your ill deeds
Cross my knees while I sit on the throne
There’s is only one place for a girl of your class
That’s nude on my lap while I’m tanning your arse!

Author notes

I’m starting to like these erotic picture poems, perhaps I should stop!