by Peter Loaf
 

The captive female, the primal need
Hard wired desire, sowing my seed

Mastered Sweetbottoms, my sex of choice
Fantasy fetish, boys will be boys

Lifetime of dreaming, tonight’s the night
My “victim” watching, her bondage tight

Her arms extended, bound to a branch
Stick-gagged and naked, she has no chance

Awkward she stumbles, afraid she’ll fall
Bottom stripe twitching, having a ball

Subbie-lust “captive”, stumbles away
Running for safety, making my day

Bound tight and helpless, she won’t get far
“The Game” she’s playing, playing for par

Follow behind her, switch in my hand
Soon as I catch her, strike up the band

Vine tangled tripping, face in the dirt
Her ass in the air, my switch to hurt

Plaid pattern welting, creaming and wet
My victim kicking, screaming you bet

Turning her over, now belly up
Spread red and packaged, an open cup

Ankle ropes stretching, ends of the stick
Her legs I’m spreading, licking her quick

Pussy perts proudly, falling open
Hot red and foamy, horny, hopin’

Clitty-lick testing, filling my nose
Sex games we’re playing, stiffen my hose

Five o’clock shadow, pricking her lips
Pussy-fart spittle, her clitty nips

High hard and aching, touching her there
Her helpless urging, coupling pair

The captive female, the primal need
Hard wired desire, sowing my seed