In the realm of carnal desires,
Where emotions twist and take fire,
I delve into the mystique of power,
A tale of spanking, curves, and a man I call "Daddy" towers.

Free Verse, an expression unrestrained,
Shall explore these themes untamed,
Yet tread lightly, dear reader, for within,
Lies a story that could deceive or unpin.

In the realm of pleasure's game,
Curves entice and beguile, no shame.
Soft hills and valleys, a whispered command,
My body willingly surrenders, like drifting sand.

Oh, Daddy, you hold the key,
Unlocking secrets, igniting ecstasy.
With each strike, a wicked stroke,
I yearn for more, surrendering to each stoke.

Your hand, firm but gentle, guides the way,
Painting crimson passion, a master's display.
The sting, a dance upon my skin,
A symphony of submission, where desires begin.

Yet, within the depths of this heated play,
A love and trust hold hard at bay,
For in the realm of spanking's plight,
A bond is sealed, secured so tight.

Hard and intense, this journey we embark,
Bestowed upon us, the role to play our part.
Daddy, you guide, nurture, and protect,
Through discipline and pleasure, our love's erect.

In the world where boundaries sway,
I find solace, surrender, my fears allay.
Curves of vulnerability, intermingled with excitement,
Embrace the touch of your hand, a tender indictment.

In Free Verse, I explore and reveal,
Spanking, curves, Daddy hard, all real,
For my submission is not a sign of weakness,
But a testament to our bond's uniqueness.

So, dare to venture, dare to see,
The depth of passion, the beauty in being free.
For in this realm of trust and devotion,
We find liberation in our poetic motion.