Your stars and stripes drew me in.
To come to America the land of sin.
Cities paved with opportunities gold.
Doors open to swallow all whole.
But I’m not interested in the banner up high.
I’m after the one atop of your thighs.
The starred and striped panties hugging arse tight.
Oh say can you see what I see tonight!
In a place isolated,
We’ll go to play.
We’ll take ropes,
And food for days.
Water to sustain,
Our time in the wilds.
Cos we’ll be far out,
Gone for miles.
There we can be,
All we need you see.
There we can scream,
And be you and me.
No one will hear,
Our pleas for more.
None will disturb,
Our perverted chores.
I want to get wild,
And run with you.
I want to fuck,
Like the beasts do.
I want a fight,
To take you down.
I want to win,
The cunt I’ll pound.
I’ll tie you,
Over a fallen tree.
I’ll pull out my belt,
Through loops of jeans.
And there away,
From prying eyes.
I’ll go to town,
On soft arse and thighs.
You’ll glow red,
Like embers burn.
You’ll feel the heat,
Of lessons learnt.
But as I release you,
You’ll hold me tight.
For I’ll protect you,
From the dark in the night.
I’ll bathe you in love,
I’ll wipe fear from your eyes ,
And there in peace,
We’ll watch the sun rise.
We’re gonna get sick
Tasting the dirt
We will swallow all that is wrong
Digesting each other’s gamey release
We’re gonna get sick
And lick up the last drip
As we grind into the hurt and pain we’ve been given
Too much is never going to be enough
We’re gonna get sick
Tunneling deeper into our dark than before
We won’t see the imaginary lines
Or feel them when they cut into our flesh
We’re gonna get sick
I can’t stop you
And…
You can’t stop me
You keep me aroused
Tight in love’s bondage
But, tonight I need more
If I wax it…will the wane be housed?
Flickering the strobe, I’m using wattage
Too much and it will make me sore
Babe…put your hands in my Loops
I’m packed and ready
I see the way you look at my body
Imagining yourself double fisting my savory scoops
“Hold it, Hold it, Hold it”….steady
You made me this way, made me naughty
Let me stroke you little miss.
Wet my fingers, give me a kiss.
Taste yourself, lick my digits clean.
Surely this can’t be obscene?
Guide me as I stroke you.
Show me what you do.
Savour the feelings of manual gratification.
And gush upon my hand and my degradation
I watch you avidly
You’re so eager to please
As you turn, wiggle
Then drop to your knees
Grasping your buttocks
Pulling them wide
You look at me and giggle
“Wanna cum inside?”
The judgement is passed,
My gavel seals it hard.
Crashing down so loud,
Your card lil brat is marked.
All here present hear her crime,
Bratish masturbation!
Her plea is guilty,
Mitigation, desperation?
For this misdemeanour,
A corporal punishment shall be dealt.
A crop to be administered,
20 angry red welts!
No appeal should be sought,
This sentence is passed.
And punishment will duly be enacted,
Across both cheeks of the defendants arse.
Learn from this my lil miss will,
That is until she breaks the bond again.
So you’ll not see me shed a tear,
For she will never ever refrain.
A habitual criminal,
Fingers that will never rest.
But who am I to pass sentence,
When I love the little one to caress.
