Haikus Part V

#17
early morning. Been
up all night thinking of you…
I miss you so much

6:28am

6-28-09

#18
fantasies of us
doing whatever we want,
without interrupt.

6:31am

6-28-09

#19
I love when we talk
beneath (all) the surfaces
truly “heart to heart”

6:32am

6-28-09

#20
Do you really want
to know what lurks inside
to “unleash the Beast”?

6:34am

6-28-09

Haikus Part IV

#14
a few simple strokes
can a masterpiece create
or a life destroy

8:10pm

6-21-09

#15

never request or

demand things you can't handle...

you may just get them

8:12pm

6-21-09

#16

phone-bone royalty

you, FF celebrity

at what price the fame?

8:12pm

6-21-09

Haikus Part III

#9
open. your mind, heart
soul... lower your shields. for I
wish to gain entry

2:49pm

6-20-09

#10

reside in My heart

lay claim to what is yours

kadin to the King

2:54pm

6-20-09

#11

Paternal brolic

misplaced? maybe so. maybe.

a sign that I care

2:57pm

6-20-09

#12

My familiar

curled upon My lap, purring

as I stroke her hair

4:00pm

6-20-09

#13

where's your place? tell Me.

Do you enjoy being there?

just as Daddy thought.

4:08pm

6-20-09

Haikus Part II

#4
while she slept, I bit
no marks left upon her skin
but felt all the same.

7:49pm
6-15-09

#5
think, My divine pet
of the connection 'twixt us
"power to the bean"

10:10pm
6-15-09

#7
branded on the soul
permanently marked by Me
eternally claimed

8:30p
6-16-09

#8
fire engulfs Me
whenever I feel your touch
touch Me again, please.

8:29pm
6-16-09

The Haikus...

I found Myself inspired by a thread in a forum I am a part of... As a result, I began writing haikus simply for the purpose of writing them... Most have no titles, just numbers. I will occasionally be posting more of these as they are written.


#1
a fistful of hair
a natural leash for pets
cum now for Daddy

6:38pm
5-30-09

#2 (Draconic Bliss)
Daddy's little whore
not just a title for her
an endearment term

6:41pm
5-30-09

#3
a nibble, a lick
to reward or to punish?
it's up to Daddy.

6:48pm
5-30-09

The Legend of Daddy

The tongue is mightier than the pen which bests the sword

humility is a foreign concept to One whose power is felt

even at a great distance.

Deviant to a degree previously thought impossible whilst

allowing society to see only what is desired.

Exceptional when the subject is cloak and dagger.

Mortals question whether such a being exists

or if it is simply “urban legend.” Most shall

never know the truth.

Cults have been formed, though followers are sparse and

across the continent scattered. Some

lustfully attracted. Some are merely victims to the

Language of Power. Only those firmly

ensconced in it will know when the message is

delivered.

Dare you go in search of this creature, this blight on the peace with the Earth believes itself to have

attained? If power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely, how

do you expect to not be tainted by proximity? How do you expect to survive where angels

dare not tread. Are

you ready to face “the Daemon Called Daddy?”