A poser’s wet dream

Clear a path you do-gooder Doms
vacate your ‘ho’ and climb a tree
cuz’ I’m gonna pack your slut
and widen her with my girth
I’m a silver-backed he-gorilla
on a jungle wide jamboree
and I’ve come to D/s-ville to celebrate my birth

I was spawned by the Head-Master
a true natural disaster from over yonder
in the Valley of BDSM
where no self-respecting Dom could ever dwell
Where every sub is as gentle as a twister
and ownership includes their sister
and an obligation to daily grind and blister
their twats hotter than hell

I was suckled by a flea-bitten badger
and weaned on tick and chigger gin
Sidewinders were my playmates as a young buck
and everyday I had to train
to become a chip off the ‘old block’
My tongue and gums were numb from so much cunnilingus
and I’d wear out a house of hussies
filling their pussies to the brim
just to warm-up my cock

I’m a one-of-a-kind Dom like no other
I’ll fuck your sisters, aunts, and mother
I’ll even make your straight-laced brother queer
But only if they beg all night
all whimpers, whines, and moans
and finally bribe me with a keg of beer

So, line-up gents, handover your subs
I’ll school you all in how to dominate
But don’t wait up, cuz’ I’m feeling frisky
and I’ve switched to whiskey
and I plan on filling each hole twice—
maybe thrice
Now give me some breathing room
don’t cramp my style
and I’ll send what’s left of your subs
back to you if you’re patient—
cuz’ it’ll take awhile

Yep! He was getting horny
His member grew an inch
Unfortunately, he only began with two
And now comes the thorny part
when it did quiver and flinch
He tried to pinch off the tip
while the whole shaft hid in his palm
But before he got his grip
there was a tiny pop and fizzle—
and over his hand it lightly did drizzle

No thunder-clap or roaring wind
just a spit before the calm
Another day was dawning
His right hand his only friend
The only sub in sight
a half-eaten sandwich
“Another masturbation morning,” he said
“What a bitch!”
though he hasn’t even mastered that

Good morning, little Peter Poser
a sad sack and loser
you’ll never have a sexy sub that creams and screams
Though, even you have a place to enter
Not as a Dom, as a john
and you won’t own, you’ll rent her
And, of course, you have each night
when you rest your weary head
when you lay upon your bed
and soak your hand
playing a Dom in your dreams

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