Of morning dew I sing for you,
And of a lady fair;
New blossoms growing, her face a-glowing,
Silk ribbons in her hair.

Collared, pale, pink foxgirl tail,
She's fragrant, warm and wet.
Her lover's bold, his arms enfold
His sweetheart and his pet.

With wiggling hips and wett'ning lips,
She settles on his lap.
Contented grin, she snuggles in,
For a little fox-kit nap.

And while kit sleeps, her new man keeps
A firm hand holding leash.
Gentle male's strength prevails;
Her Alpha, Master, Liege.



As in a dream, her fingers seem,
To want to go exploring.
They lightly dance with innocence,
O'er master's body pouring.

She smiles sweet, when fingers meet
His penis proud and strong.
Man's hands slide down, then up nightgown,
Then off comes tiny thong

Now pet, 'tis time! From lap you climb!
Sink down upon your knees.
Mouth open wide, o'er cockhead slide,
Your master you must please.

Soft tongue, tight lips, your hair he grips
You're bobbing up and down,
With cheeks gone red, you give him head
Lip-locked around his crown.



Once done with sucking, time for fucking,
So onto bed she goes.
Man's need is great to impregnate,
And little loli knows!

Wet petals wide, each leg astride,
As master grips her collar;
Thick cock drives in, bare skin on skin;
Alpha starts to ball her.

"Oh pet!" he shouts, and in and out,
Great man gives girl a ride.
Her tail plug keeps penis snug;
He reams her deep inside.

With tight-wrapped legs, for cum she begs,
To leash he's holding firm.
Hot thickness fills, it gives pet thrills,
As man releases sperm!



When he pulls out, her mouth's a pout,
She looks right in his eye.
A glob of cum drips down her bum,
Little loli creampie!

With glowing bliss, he gives a kiss,
As happy as can be
While in her womb, new life's a-bloom,
These two will soon be three!

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Mr. D. Another beautiful poem. Thanks Chris I always look forward to your works with great anticipation. And I'm never disappointed.
Blow It's so beautiful to find a pet who knows her place and puts out for her master. I gonna send a part of this poem to my babygirl. We talked the other night about getting her a collar. It will be good for her. Help her feel owned safe.
Oh, I hope you do share it with your babygirl. Let me know how that goes, OK? This was written for a particular friend of mine who loves to wear a collar and a leash, and to be a pet, exactly for the reasons you explain. Let her know that the poet agrees with you entirely.

--Chris

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