Materialise me a woman (Slave)
One who say’s how heigh when I tell her jump
Materialise Me a Woman
Materialise me a woman with sea-green eyes,
A smile so bright, it rivals sunrise.
A girl who wants me all night, every night,
Legs so long, they reach new height. 
Her gaze ignites a burning fire,
A touch that sparks unbridled desire.
With every move, she casts a spell,
In her embrace, I long to dwell.
Her laughter, a melodious tune,
Her presence makes my heart swoon.
She dances with a sultry grace,
Each step, a tantalising chase.
A breast made to order just for me,
A girl to last all eternally.
Someone who will cook and clean all day,
And when I say “bed down,” she will lay.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
Beautiful
Awesome!!!
This character is as you write is as the image shows a slave in all ways and you know what that means. Not a good relationship.