The Keeper of the Bed
By: Oddball1

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It is a poem entitled "The Keeper of the Bed"


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His muscled buttocks rise and fall as he rocks between her thighs,

I hear her cries of passion, her long and joyful sighs

His massive cock fulfils her, her orgasms delight

Screams her lurid ecstasy throughout the slumbering night

I am a neutered spectator of their sensual embrace

Never will I copulate but watch with solemn face

A man-less vapid servant, a slave to her desires

She mounts her stallions joyfully till each of them she tires

She’s the queen of sexuality, the keeper of its power

Her silent band of eunuchs dote on her each hour

I am the leader of this pack, give them all their tasks

But I follow only her commands , anything she asks

Prepare her for her lovers, the intimate details

Ensure she thrills each passionate tryst and nothing ever fails

I wear the mark of gelding cut upon my crotch

No prick, no balls just scarring, no organs there to watch

My libido is forgotten, I cannot understand

The nature of her lust, the longing for a man

Nor ever will I know of coupling in bliss

Eternal faceless voyeur whom she will never miss

I am chief amongst attendants, an erotic pawn

Of her lascivious hunger, a creature for her scorn.

I am a useless prisoner of her voluptuous form

The keeper of her bed, who never keeps her warm.



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