Poetry by Jeff Green



by cricketjeff on January 18, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

Will He be pleased that she’s taken my lead?
  She’s beautiful dressed like a god.
she swore that she never would want to be freed.
  Oh please hit my bum with that prod!
As horses together we service His life…
  Stop playing and ride me my Lover
she is his plaything and i’m just His wife.
  Don’t give me a chance to recover!
Wearing the tack that He placed on our bodies
  I need you to ride me so much…
Nothing remains of the wife I was wed as
  Beat me but give me your touch!
Ponies together His playthings, His toys.

Master is watching, He sees and enjoys…

Author notes

Both voices are the voice of his wife. If she has a voice…