This is a poem I did that has been rejected twice now. Both reviewers suggested I post it here in poet's corner. I hope it is well received.
Title: Johnny Walkers Odd Ways.
Johnny Walker black,
Johnny Walker blue,
Johnny Walker hard as stone,
Johnny Walker soft as goo.
Johnny Walker needs a friend,
Johnny Walker needs a foe,
Johnny Walker needs relief,
Johnny Walker needs a hoe.
The night is cool,
The night is dark,
The night is full,
The night is long.
She was there,
She was fair,
She took cash,
She had a hot ass.
Led him in,
for his pleasured sin,
She flashed a wicked grin,
foe or friend. Johnny Walker bound,
no room no sound.
leather and wax,
crops and slaps.
Johnny Walker moans,
Johnny Walker groans,
Johnny Walker paid,
Johnny Walker plays.
Tied up or bonds released,
Johnny Walker is fully teased.
Weak within or strong without,
Johnny Walker bleeds, is pleased, and she pouts.
Its a strange game they play,
for pleasure and pain,
trade position, power and then
when he takes control
and she kneels in soil,
the routine takes its form.
Slave becomes master, and mistress becomes slave,
and for an extra fee makes porn.
The light it flashes,
and the crop it lashes,
and the new slave girl is trained.
Such elation,
on both their faces
with the switch and the cane.
Once she has learned,
and pleasure they have earned,
he leads them to the bed.
With an odd stroke,
a fiddle and a poke
their strange play finds its end.
With the hours lost,
and at some cost,
back to his home, he she did send.
With a smile and rap of the tile,
she tossed his cash in the coffer.
Then looks at him,
winked and a grin
simply to say, "same time next week, Johnny Walker."
Johnny Walker, black,
Johnny Walker blue,
Johnny Walker home,
Johnny Walker through.