Poetry by Jeff Green


Picture 3 Slave divine

by cricketjeff on November 18, 2007.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

A rose she holds between her cheeks
A whip to punish if she speaks
She dare not spill the glass of wine
    It’s mine

Silently she kneels and waits
Obeying all her Master states
She keeps in her position fine
    She’s mine

Never chooses what she wears
Disobey she never dares
Now her life and mine entwine
    She’s mine

Then the rose I swiftly pluck
She knows that she and I will fuck
Her pleasure is entirely mine