Gareth's Passionate Poetry
1) My Pet's Playtime
We're all happy furries, seeming normal by day,
But when the night falls, we get ready to play.
The chains 'round your ankles, the mask on your head,
Your wrists bound in pawcuffs, chain you to my bed.
Listen, my pet, tell me, what can you hear?
Is that just arousal? Can I also smell fear?
There's a sharp burst of pain, and a powerful Smack!
My whip works you over, your hips, thighs, and back.
Your white fur is gone, but here, in it's stead,
Your hips have changed color: a bright, rosy red!
I make sure you face me, I take off the hood,
I fondle you gently, "Does that feel good?"
You open your eyes and say, "Please sir, let's yiff!
You've made me so wet and you're so hard and stiff!"
You've earned your reward, I will give you this chance.
You may kiss my feet, and take off my pants.
Soon after, I pounce, I snarl and hiss,
The fear and the pain only heighten the bliss.
And then, later on, when we've finished with this,
We share an embrace, I give you a quick kiss.
I'm glad that you know I can handle such trust.
Then we both fall asleep, and dream thoughts of lust.
2) The Dungeon of Love
I stop by the door, address in my paw, I look in confusion, to the sign that I saw.
I see nothing but dark when I take a peek in; I'm pulled quickly inside, with a thunderous din.
A voice in the shadows says, "Bring him to me." It sounds cold and harsh, though femininely.
Thrashing around, in desperate throes, I'm flung to the ground, and relieved of my clothes.
"What's going on?" I stutter and speak, "That's Mistress to you, I'm strong and you're weak."
A blindfold is used, which deprives me of sight, I'm tied to a table, too frightened to fight.
Hands stroke through my fur, and swing down on my rump. The sudden, quick pain nearly gets me to jump.
Soft feminine flesh is pressed up to my face: I lap out with my tongue in this warm, wet embrace.
"You see? He's quite skilled," my strange captors remark, "Go fetch me his collar, take him out of the dark!"
The collar is fastened, the blindfold is lost, and now I can see, at a serious cost.
I look up at my Mistress, her body is shown, "I had no idea," "How would you have known?
It's a club that I go to, that's open most nights, we'll go here quite often, for kinky delights."
"I thank you, my Mistress, so now I'm your slave?" "And I'll punish you harshly, if you don't behave.
We'll be treated as equals, when we're out above, but you'll be my slave, in my dungeon of love."
3) The Yiff of the Night
I sit with a drink, my gaze sweeps the room, I focus on someone, and love starts to bloom.
'Twas her blue stripes and headfur that first caught my eye, "A great piece of tail," I thought with a sigh.
She was just a friend, whom I'd known fairly well, but was new to this club, I could certainly tell.
The room she went into, I frequented much. I followed beside her, and gave her a touch.
A touch with some passion, a touch with my lips; When she turned around, I could fondle her hips.
It surprised and confused her, which gave me my chance! I held up my whip, took the dominant stance.
The tigress stared at me, this leather-clad cat; She seemed not so friendly, uncertain at that.
The end of my whip, I slid down her cheek. "I know what you're thinking: there's no need to speak.
"I'll tie you down tightly, now that you're enslaved, you'll scream from my torture, brought hard and depraved."
She looked at the phallus I held in my paw; she seemed rather frightened, but eager, I saw.
She reached for the ground; I nodded, she knelt, a caress of my paw ran 'cross her soft pelt.
I walked 'round behind her, the strap-on attached, and started to yiff her, right there, unabashed.
The patrons had called it "The Yiff of The Night" Now we go there together, and give others fright!