by Peter Loaf
The crowd grows restless, rising curtain
My weight is resting, my pubic bone
Confession making, balanced on bar
The pain comes stabbing, each little move
The shouted questions, answering truth
Channel my feelings, performance begun
Audience sniffing, my laden scent
My clitty swollen, touching the steel
Dancing orgasmic, singing my songs
Encore
Dismounting pony, still in my rig
My collar clipping, I cannot rise
Spiky dong touching, propped open jaw
Deep spiky thrusting, passion explodes .
The spotlights waiting, aiming certain
Hard bound and sitting
Gravity pitting
Riding the pony, juices squirtin’
My pussy pinching, weight of six stone
The stainless pony
Earning a Tony
Passion play staging, holding the phone
Bound in position, a porno star
Each passing minute
Seeming infinite
Starting to struggle, I don’t get far
My pain controlling, something to prove
My voice betraying
My pain displaying
Off-off-off Broadway, deSade at the Louvre
The pony prancing, the biting tooth
My subbie lusting
My head adjusting
Pheromones flushing, the scent of youth
Don’t Stop Believin’, with feeling sung
The crowd goes quiet
The moment they buy it
Backing band Journey, join in the fun
My body shinning, my message sent
The pain perverting
Pussy juice squirting
Spotlights are focused, theater bent
My Mistress tickles, helpless I feel
A buzzer buzzing
My vision fuzzing
My first orgasm, to seal the deal
Flanders piano, to her belongs
Pain becomes passion
Bippy stick slashin’
Dance of the Hours, righting all wrongs
Pussy un-pinched, dancing a jig
The smell of herring
A strap on wearing
Bent over table, spiky and big
The crowd applauding, the helpless prize
Molly regarding
Pussy still smarting
My ankles spreading, smoldering eyes
Slobber lick spitting, to tonsils draw
Pussy lips swollen
Hook in my colon
Poor pussy prying, very last straw
Pussy lips bruising, my world implodes
The spikes I’m gripping
My Mistress ripping
Standing ovation, the curtains close
