Large Fierce Mammal

This poem is intended for mature audiences.
If the title hasn’t scared you off then read on and take the consequences.

Image courtesy of the incomparable Zoe Lacchei (Source: http://www.zoelacchei.com/index.html)

Daisy Dominatrix

By LFM

Daisy hit the Yukon after three months on the trail.
She would’ve got there sooner but for “days off” spent in jail.
She sold her ass at every stop to pay her way along,
And Sundays had a special deal – a blowjob and a song.

She was the kind the miners liked, all bust and hips and thighs.
The visage of an angel with the Devil in her eyes.
Her teasing skills were legend, from her lips to pretty feet,
But Daisy had a problem that kept leading to defeat.

For Daisy liked it rough you see, she liked to scratch and bite.
And riding crops and bullwhips left her dripping with delight.
She liked her men with balls of blue and bound for hours of play.
With special spurs and clothes pins that would ne’r see laundry day.

Then came the morn for Daisy when the Sheriff called her name
And she had to wear the handcuffs as he read the Writ of blame.
Assorted townsmens’ wives you see, had umbrage to declare,
For husbands who’d come home to them whip laced and shaven bare.

The pattern was repeated until Daisy saw the light.
She was just two days from Dawson with the gold rush at its height.
Her clients craved her methods so she knew what she would do –
She’d ply her trade for singles, but if wed, their women too.

A year from hitting Dawson, Daisy couldn’t ask for more;
Its most celebrated madam with this sign upon her door –
“If you’ve come here for Daisy lad, then let’s remove all doubt.
“Knock with your poke between your teeth, your balls and pecker out!”

One Ladies Club in Dawson has a portrait to this day,
Of Daisy in her prime reclined upon a dark duvet.
They celebrate her legacy, for when each day is done,
Their husbands come straight home to them, and do it at the run!