Exhibition

by Erick

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She tosses and twists as she burns,
And for freedom from passion she yearns;
        But her piteous bleat
        Shows her need for more heat
While her tormentors treasure their turns.

She is dark-haired and blessed with a pair
Of high breasts that are very near bare,
        Except for the grips
        At the tips of her nips
And the punishment chains anchored there.

To be harnessed and taught new desires,
She knows well what her pussy requires,
        For the cut of the rope
        On her clit leaves no hope
That alone she can dampen the fires.

But she cannot imagine a flight,
For the guests enjoy endless delight
        In seeing this slut
        In the grip of a rut,
Which she suffers through most of the night.

After all, when a ponygirl quite this exotic
Must display all her hungers erotic,
        The shame she must feel
        Can only reveal
That her needs are much more than neurotic.

So she suffers this ordeal fairly often,
And there’s nothing that’s likely to soften
        The horrors she knows
        Until life comes to a close
And she’s sleeping at peace in her coffin.