My Puppet 
Category: Writing and Poetry 

She's like a puppet on my strings
Wearing silk lingerie and fancy things
When I move my hands
Her body quivers
I have my finger on her trigger
She responds as I flicker
My tongue is moving ever quicker
Found out what makes my puppet ticker
Bow down to my goddess
Humble and modest
Hand full of hair
She holds me there
Barely letting me come up for air
All of me in her beautiful mouth
She glides over  me
From north to south
Her feminine hands caress me there
My body quivers
I stop and stare
For my puppet is beautiful
A cute little treat
I love her so
From her head to her feet
In her presence I feel so complete
On my knees I'd crawl through rain and through sleet
To be with her
My puppet