Most of my poems are about dominant feedees.
Here is a sample from "FAYE AND THE FAT KAMA SUTRA":
Slowly, seductively moving her hips.
Faye slid the maid’s fingers over her lips.
Your constant favors have made me lazy,
You feed me all day and make me sex-crazy.
See what you’ve done? See how much I ate?
Touch my belly and feel its weight.
The maid massaged Faye’s huge swaying belly,
And pictured Faye gorging on burgers and deli,
You are to blame for my fattened state.
Atone for your crimes. Go down and fellate.
The maid was shocked, Faye, you are obscene!
But … your fat is lovely, my perfect queen.
It’s your turn to eat, and my turn to feed.
Both of us know that you will concede.
2 years