The Promise

She is the promise.
What my dreams remembered.
My lil girl,
In a women's body.
Always waiting.
Yearning.
Churning.
Burning with her desire.
For me.
Her Daddy.
Lover.
Master.
The one who knows her soul.
Her hearts beat.
That loves her more than life.
Owns her submission.
I am Her promise.
I want to keep them!
I must!
Still holding on.......
To the promise.

Bo..(c)10/03

Waiting

Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Patience ebbs.
A silence falls,
A shadow lingers.........
Anticipation,
Left unfulfilled.
Her Knees chafed.
The door still,
Un-opened.
Tears,
Like diamonds,
Cut her cheeks.
Her heart shudders,
In her aching chest.

Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
I know the pain too.
My need to hold her.
Enfold her.
Scold her,
With paternal,
Erotic smiles.
To teach her.
Reach her,
With my strength.
To die with her,
In that,
Organic,
Orgasmic embrace.
To have her know loves true kiss.
Can only come from me.
How will that door,
Be opened?

Bo 10/03

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