by Peter Loaf
Tossing and turning, so hot and dry
A wax museum, a dungeon dank
Subhuman monster, standing at door
The wrist ropes breaking, “Come little one”
Turning on sister, spread eagled stance
Her hips he’s gripping, pulling her close
Her fever breaking, ‘twas but a dream .
Her skin is burning, an egg would fry
In wet sheets wrapping
She dreams of trapping
Fantasies fearsome, gag muffled cry
Some slimy creatures, swim in a tank
The spider biting
The shadowed lighting
Fever dream horror, the cell door’s clank
His cock humongous, dripping on floor
The sisters waiting
Hard tied for dating
Fear swollen pussy, wet to the core
His monster organ, the fugue begun
His foreskin stripping
Her vulva ripping
Passion dance standing, the deed soon done
Her pussy open, hasn’t a chance
Pleading and sobbing
The gag ball robbing
The monster grinning, his meaty lance
His dripping missile, curling her toes
Spreader bar snapping
Her long legs wrapping
His organ thrusting, her bleeding rose
She’s still a virgin, her un-split seam
The nightmare horror
His monster borer
A secret smile, a secret gleam
