Kick back with a scotch bonnet

Endless hassle,
a gavel pounds against my brain.
Computers are whining, printers are drumming
the boss must have a hole in his head.
Back stabbing remarks heard behind doors,
just once let me get even.
He wants my ass, I know how to play,
so maybe today I should.
Let him think he’s got lucky, a grin that seduces
until he is eating out of my hand.
Bondage the game, with him in chains
wearing a Scotch bonnet on his wee head
as I kick back and relax
watching him sweat.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Angel of Mine

In tender love she finds her place
And learns to trust her soul
To hands that bring joy and space
At last she feels her whole.

As clouds of pleasure come and go
She’s lost in dreams again
The touch of love from head to toe
The heat, the lust, the pain.

Her senses swirling take her heart
Release her need to me
As eyes entranced my fingers dance
My need to set her free.

No chains or rope are holding mine
Her heart is in my hands
Entwining dreams sweeter than wine
As her submission lands

The awe of you, my love, it’s time
My reeling senses sigh
My darken heart will beat for thine
Angel of mine can fly.


© The Painting Poet 2008, all rights reserved.