by Peter Loaf
with photos from S-Art.de
- do not use without the author's permission.
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“Tell her I’ll see her,” intercom call The boss disgruntled, ending the stall Meeting he’s dreading To jail he’s heading Big Nordic woman, well built and tall “He will see you now,” his office door The Viking striding, Valkyrie chore The door I listen Nosy, not missin’ “Ten million dollars, or even more?” A shout of protest, a crashing blast The door jerked open, boss running past His gun in his hand A desperate man Wide eyed and raging, killer miss-cast Seeing me clearly, flicker of fear “How ‘bout you join me, needing you near” The gun is shaking The aim he’s taking The bridge of my nose, “after you dear” With me his hostage, we get away Hands bound behind me, I have no say Driven for hours Within his powers High in the mountains, the break of day “Place I discovered, hole in the wall” “The cash is stashed, our port of call” “Some time required” “Some sex desired” “Ever been harnessed, sleep in a stall?” Pony girl hostage, the training quick For each resistance, whistling stick Harnessed desire A frequent flyer Blame the Viagra, his stiffened wick The summer passing, passion and pain His bondage constant, I must remain The training sessions Pony girl lessons Beastie of burden, spirit to drain Slave Master setup, helpless and bare Property private, his secret lair Secret revealing Master appealing Wrinkled and balding, starting to care Ten Million dollars, crossing my mind Give me ten million, you’ll never find A pony girl trained A pony restrained Someday he’ll trust me, his watch I’ll wind Tame little darkie, biding my time White massa stupid, amateur crime The jewels unearthing A plot I’m birthing Catching him sleeping, his bell I chime Heart stopping moments, finding the keys Escaping my harness, off into trees Big bag of bling blings Ten million good things His treasure stolen, and bound to please Once in safe haven, out of law’s reach Call up and tell them, the dirty leach Embezzler tied All ready to ride Turning the tables, a lesson to teach Still in the darkness, I dream of him Masterly Master, pony girl kim Better sex never I’m not so clever My life on the lamb, pacific rim Careful investing, hiding my gelt Missing my Master, my harness felt Pony girl pining Her white knight shinning Smooth bottom gripping, wishing for welt |
  
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