by Peter Loaf
Clear plastic cat suit, collar and belt
One place uncovered, dripping my juice
A van approaches, slowing to look
The chain link cutting, wish I could run
A razor slitting, opens with ease
A hoodwink zipping, out go the lights
Driving in circles, taking their turns .
Shackled and hobbled, joker been dealt
Thunderstorm rumble
Stiff legged stumble
The street deserted, pussy drip smelt
My wet spot growing, there’s no excuse
The Don’t Walk flashing
My chips I’m cashing
Waiting for pickup, night of abuse
Naked and helpless, liberties took
The screeching of tires
A pair of pliers
Two hooded strangers, the baited hook
A curtained darkness, under the gun
The van skedaddles
There’s whips and paddles
Stiff plastic cat suit, the games begun
The plastic parting, the cooling breeze
My body drenching
Sweaty intention
Pheromones rising, the ripest cheese
A hardness probing, I have no rights
My pussy gripping
His foreskin stripping
Love muscle mugging, hot muggy nights
Big gag inflated, libido learns
Body betraying
Passion displaying
Subbie space hooker, my bridge it burns
