by Peter Loaf
The house is quiet, she’s all alone
The window open, I crawl inside
The knife-point pricking, giving her air
The house is empty, just her and me
Ropes on her ankles, a sturdy bar
My finger samples, her virgin slit
Kneeling before her, hands on her ass
Pheromones filling, my spinning head
Clitty clamp biting, eyes dilate
Hardbound and helpless, riding my horse
My Johnson throbbing, hard as a bar
Reason returning, cutting her free
Katie my darling, I shall return .
Garage is empty, I cut the phone
Her family cruising
Bodyguard boozing
I watch her shower, stroking my bone
Sleeping so soundly, pillow applied
Moment of panic
My plan satanic
Cords strong and narrow, her wrists are tied
Her naked body, under my care
My face concealed
Her blood congealed
Dragged from her bedroom, grip in her hair
The basement chilly, her whispered plea
Her wrists I’m fixing
Escape I’m nixing
Stand and deliver, I dance with glee
Spread and presented, she won’t get far
Baby fat boobies
Nipples like rubies
My nuts are clenching, my porno star
Swollen and tender, I grip her tit
Her panic showing
My phallus growing
Wiggle and tickle, coaxing her clit
Playing her trumpet, give her the gas
Licky slit juices
No more excuses
Passion awakened, it comes to pass
My Johnson swollen, its head is red
Her pussy gaping
Ready for raping
Nipple bells jingle, tied on with thread
Her juices gushing, I cannot wait
Her hips I’m gripping
My foreskin stripping
Her hymen ripping, her opened gate
My thrusting phallus, taking with force
Jingle bells tinkle
Hot urine sprinkle
Panic and pleasure, her passion’s source
Double quick thrusting, playing for par
Screaming her passion
Her chips she’s cashing
The camera filming, my porno star
Nipple bells hurting, her whispered plea
Clitty clamp opened
She’s barely copin’
Escape I’m making, it’s time to flee
My freedom risking, bridges I’ll burn
Secrets protected
Pervert selected
My needs fulfilling, your love I’ll earn
