by Peter Loaf
The captured lover, taken at night
Hung up upended, the village square
The people gather, the bell ringing
Fighting her bondage, struggle and strain
Lover protesting bound to her horse
The beating over, lowered to ground
Day and night fucking, pussy agape .
Penis gag choking, the ropes so tight
Hands and feet binding
Her world unwinding
Her lover’s husband, piñata’s plight
Bottom presented, hasn’t a prayer
Lesbian lovers
Their sins discover
The cooze rope splitting, her unmarked pair
The torches lighting, a crowd bringing
Gag garbled screaming
Pussy lips creaming
Puta piñata, the cane stinging
Pussy lips dripping, a spreading stain
Piñata beating
Bottom cheeks heating
The patron’s orders, the whippy cane
Her husband holding, her reins of course
Teaching a lesson
Forcing confession
The sins of Sodom, showing remorse
The village elders, gather around
Their boners showing
Her fate she’s knowing
Taken to stable, plaything newfound
Puta piñata, the elder’s rape
A shadow flitting
The stable quitting
The horses waiting, moonlit escape
