by Peter Loaf
"Daughter of power, President’s kid
“I hear three ounces, do I hear four?
“Think of her breaking, under training
“I thank you Madam, do I hear twelve?
A Flash-bang grenade, deafened and blind
Wrapping a blanket, keeping straight face
Corpsman attending, his boner growing
Missy returning, sneaking her in .
Taken in battle, what am I bid?
Virgin and choosey
Downy soft juicy
Chained cuffed and collared, with nothing hid”
Now it is seven, man by the door
Ten ounces of gold?
I’m banging it sold?
A slave girl selling, your private whore”
The power to Master, chains detaining
A night in her chamber
Trying to tame her
Night in her pussy, the sheets staining”
Now it is twenty, deep pockets delve
Forty’s the bidding
Think what you’re getting
President’s daughter, the tales you’ll tell”
A Squad of Marines, the girl to find
Prisoners taken
First daughter shaken
Caught with a wide on, the horny kind
Pheromones stinking, can almost taste
Bolt cutters busy
Head in a tizzy
Slave magic working, her pride erased
She smells so sexy, they’re all knowing
Back of a hummer
Fifty Cal. Drummer
The rockets flashing, they’re home going
Her big adventure, her dreams begin
Why was she stinking?
A time for thinking
The corpsman dating, her subbie sin
