Ode To A Switch
[original poetry by me; yes, I am a switch]

Oh crimson sunsets, scarlet moons,
Alone I wait to see you soon.
Oh patiently for you, my dear,
The spanking you'll get could be severe.

Upon my lap, your bottom to bare
My hand and paddle with you to share.
Perhaps a brush or a riding crop,
If you say "red", yes I will stop.

Your lovely cheeks, oh what a sight.
Restraints are good, but not too tight.
My goal is solely one, you see;
Fulfilling your every fantasy.

To caress and spank your lovely rear,
Sounds of pleasure I long to hear,
For my hand your body yearns.
But I'm a switch, it's now my turn.

**written at a time of unusual inspiration and frustration (and as a diversion), while unsuccessfully trying to attach RJ45 connectors to Cat5e computer networking cable, and discovering that even with the correct crimping tool and a magnifying glass, I should have paid someone else to do this.
December 2000