[In this poem, the term “Daddy” refers to the dominant adult male, as is common in the BDSM lifestyle.]I drift off to sleep Thinking of feelings that are so deep My hand finds Your pussy The other starts to creep Up towards Your tit Inching bit by bit Ready to start to play I start to bite my lip I dream of Your touch I crave it so much This feeling makes me drunk Like a sip of spiked punch I want to give myself to You To prove that I am true That I love my Daddy There is nothing I won't do I am my Daddy's sub He is the one I love On my mind all the time He makes me fly like a dove.
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