by Peter Loaf
inspired by the art of EmmaS
- do not use without the author's and artist's permission.
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Daughter of power, been raised to rule Prep schools and ivy, finishing school Chained in a basement, shivering cool Helpless and naked, a bloody fool Stockings and long gloves, my collar wide Cheek piercing ring gag, nowhere to hide Chained in the center, my hands are tied Seven clowns circle, my rights denied Nipple rings pinching, their painful bite Elbow bar spreading, strapping so tight Bozo face make-up, a fearsome sight Seven clowns circle, a pagan rite Masking their features, their painted grins Helpless and frightened, repenting sins Tied up and tethered, circling fins Pussy drip smelling, my nature wins Seven clowns circle, their zippers down Seven pricks pointing, clowning around Shackled and hopeless, my passion found High hot and horny, my pleading sound The fat one giggles, comes dancing close His belly jiggles, my closing nose Gripped by my tresses, my helpless pose Gag gargle gasping, his jizzum flows The next one’s midget, bringing a box Chained in a basement, forest of cocks Daughter of power, hounds with a fox Subbie state shelter, couple of jocks Lifted to tiptoes, cock in my throat Tethered to fixture, I get no vote Double end diddle, rocking the boat The jocks deposit, tonsils to coat Then it gets blurry, too many men Yard full of roosters, the only hen Gang banging party, the lion’s den Pony training circus, never know when |
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