Graveyard Coffeehouse

Fuck Puppet

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My strings are prepared
To bind you
Holding fast
Your flailing limbs
My whip and riding crop
At hand
To make you dance
Sing
Scream my name
Candles surround
The blackened room
To provide
A ghastly light
For the show
That will not end
Until morning
With the last
Orgasmic moan
Sigh
Shriek of profanity
I wait
With baited breath
Upon this perverse stage
Carnal arena
Of pleasure
Pain
Ecstasy
Illusions dancing
In my mind
Anticipating
My sweet
Fuck puppet
Watching
Waiting for a sign
Pulse quickening
As you rap the door
Three times
Opening the curtain
With a flourish
Seeing you
In the flesh
For the first time
So like the puppet
I imagined
With your flushed cheeks
Nervous smile
Childish wicked giggle
Embracing you
In my arms
Feeling your
Full breasts
Against my chest
Looking in your vacant eyes
Reflecting premonitions
Of a night of Sin and seduction
Your delicious kiss
From that pouting
Sweet
Dirty little mouth
Changing my burning
Hunger
Into a conflagration
Of lust
Running
My greedy fingers
Down
Your dangerous curves
To your sugary peach
Of an ass
Taking a bite
Before
I intone
In a booming bass
Command
On your knees
Fuck puppet
And
You comply
My hand holding
The riding crop
Under your chin
Whispering
In your tender ear
You will do
What I say
When I say it
Fuck puppet
Hearing your voice
Stutter
Yes Master
Trembling
Before an aroused
Audience
Of One
As the show
Begins
With the deft
Manipulation
Of your limbs.