Ann

- poem by Peter Loaf
- based on prior headline art by Ann

Supplied by the poet for use on SirJeff's Ponygirls website.
Do not repost without permission.



I come home tonight, hot and tired
My Master naked, plucking his lyre
Pony-tack ready
The Spandex Teddy
My Master waiting, look of desire

I feel a stirring, deep in my gut
Fatigue forgotten, ready to rut
Silent strip teasing
My Master pleasing
Pussy lips blushing, my stuff I strut

His collar locking, gold plated steel
My slave state rising, part of the deal
Power-trade making
Freedom forsaking
Ponygirl lathered, the bondage real

Arms in a harness, weaving his spells
Nipple-rings fitted, twin heavy bells
Pussy-bell placing
My heartbeats racing
Ponygirl prancing, pheromone smells

Bridled and ready, juicy and hot
Garden doors opened, favorite spot
Nipple-ring leading
Libido feeding
A crowd in hiding, ponygirl’s lot

“Surprise!” party favor, helpless to flee
Friends from Moll Flanders, weak in the knee
And ten feet of cock
As hard as a rock
Ponygirl prancing, needing to pee

Riding crop urging, dancing for show
My Master’s orders, slave state to know
Hitched to a wagon
Taming my dragon
Snappy-whip cracker, pussy-juice flow

After the party, Mastery time
Worn out and happy, feeling so fine
Witch Hazel rubbing
Sniffle kiss subbing
Pony and Master, our love entwine