Before I lay me down for spanks,
I want to offer special thanks.
First, to God, who made my butt so nice,
then to my Top, who shares my spanking vice.
I pray he’ll spank ‘til I scream God’s name.
Bedtime without spanks is an unholy shame.
As sweet as spankings are, they’re just foreplay
for the sex that follows, as night does the day.
Fucking so varied it’ll never become a rut,
whether in my tight pussy or up my tighter butt.
(As a child, did you go to bed nightly saying the prayer, “Now I lay Me Down to Sleep…”? I did. So, when I saw this photo, this poem/prayer unspooled. Enjoy!)