by Peter Loaf
The clowns are coming, going nowhere
Hardbound and horny, subbie lust pro
Nose hooked hair stapled, holding so still
The chair departing, up on my feet
All nice and welted, bottom aflame
Dancing and prancing, hook in my ass
Dildo deflated, hot pecker pokes
Slap stick applying, face of a clown
His cock is lifting, toes from the floor
Fuckers uncounted, taking their turns
The checks keep coming, downloaded vids
The final seconds, as credits roll .
Head in the attic, ass in the chair
Trapped in the planking
Master I’m thanking
The clowns are coming, up the back stair
Moll Flanders shooting, the game I know
Fucked to a frazzle
Pay for view dazzle
Trapped in the planking, on with the show
The air is moving, a sudden chill
A hand caressing
An un-asked blessing
Barker’s cane whistles, dance card to fill
A cold steel butt-hook, my bottom’s treat
Bent and presented
Hijinks invented
The clowns un-numbered, helpless complete
Dildo inflating, pussy stretch game
Hooked up on tiptoes
My poor stretching nose
Head in the planking, trophy detain
Emotions flowing, it comes to pass
Face camera mounted
Pheromones founted
The clowns are coming, one sorry lass
Pussy so swollen, he gently strokes
Hot bottom welted
It’s hardly felted
Pain/pleasure mixing, my kind of folks
Pussy grease-painted, clowning round
The greasepaint smearing
The others cheering
Faceless big organs, helplessly bound
My silence broken, screaming for more
Kicking legs gripping,
Clitty lick nipping
Hung like a sausage, knowing what for
The girl delivered, good living earns
Hey diddle diddle
Fit as a fiddle
My Master skillful, my subbie burns
Split screen net-casting, both ends of me
Licky slit woman, needing to pee
Showing my feelings
My helpless dealings
Another clown coming, earning our fee
Penthouse on river, raising our kids
Once a month sessions
Visit the Hessians
Moll Flanders Castle, blowing their lids
A flying custard, taking its toll
Custard lick grinning
Fan’s money winning
Subbie lust slaking, wet dripping hole
