by Peter Loaf
Barefoot and naked, elbows behind
Tinkle bell nipples, Master unkind
Tarzan is coming
A distant drumming
Naked and running, nettles I find
Stagger I stumble, nipple bells tink
Swollen sore titties, it’s hard to think
Tied up so tightly
Purple unsightly
Lord of the jungle, Master of kink
Ten beaters driving, the jungle thick
Three sides and closing, better be quick
The ridge I’m climbing
A stopwatch timing
The circle closing, girl up the crick
Drum signals ceasing, woman at bay
Tarzan the ape-man, winning today
Standing here waiting
Pheromones baiting
Pussy proud pain-slut, the ape-man’s prey
Man of great stature, arms corded steel
His hands envelope, gag garbled squeal
My body burning
My body yearning
Bent over sapling, big member feel
The beaters beating, a jungle dance
Ass up and helpless, jungle romance
Filling my pussy
It’s loosely juicy
Bound titties swinging, subbie lust trance
Sore in the morning, but worth the trade
My schooling assured, tuition paid
Ying and yang lovers
That about covers
Later we cuddle, the scene I fade
