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Taking Poetic License With Your Penis - Part 2So I hear you like to dress up like a little sissy,

Don’t talk back, mind your manners, my little missy.

A woman, a man, a tranny, can you be all three,

It’s only in pink panties and make-up do you feel completely free.

Your panties are pink and frilly with a tiny bulge in front,

You indeed are not strong and manly, but you’re bigger than a runt.

Having a penis between your legs is like having your own tail,

When you’ve tried to please women with it, you always seemed to fail.

Perhaps your poor endowment is a function of not being much of a male,

If you truly want to get stronger, have you considered eating more organic kale?

I love doing phone calls with men like you throughout the day and all night long,

You can tell me almost anything, there is no right or wrong.

The Enchantrix Empire is a place us gals do rule with an iron fist,

To us, you are just a man, and your penis, a Vienna sausage lurking in the mist.

When the time comes, a transformation will be in your near future,

While en femme you will be a madam, creating quite the stir.

Now the time to end this poem has finally come,

I love writing for you, it’s always so much fun.

So remember me when you are hot and horny and seeking a Mistress to confess,

Just make sure you clean up well when I am done with you, you will have made quite the mess.