Marrakech

by Peter Loaf
inspired by the art of EmmaS

- do not use without the author's permission.

Marrakech market,    ring in my nose Led by my nipples,    my naked pose Whip welted body,    my deadly foes Sold as a pony,    I never chose     Tourist trap snapping,    taken at sea Cruise ship delivered,    a tidy fee Bound in a barrel,    never got free Pirate tradition,    gag muffled plea     Taken to island,    dot on the map Pony girl stables,    a British chap Training beginning,    a leather strap Two hour flogging,    the cracker’s snap     Slave girls in training,    under attack Six weeks of breaking,    my trainer black Wind sprints and serving,    tough keeping track Resistance beaten,    given no slack     Serving girl duties,    mouth pussy bum Pony girl pulling,    my hoof beats drum Helpless young woman,    pony become White slaver network,    picking the plum     My welted body,    speaks of my spunk Arabic bidding,    my chances sunk A veil obscuring,    lusty and drunk A purse she’s throwing,    lands with a thunk     Bill of sale signing,    nipple leash tug Taken to airport,    wrapped in a rug Loaded as cargo,    snug as a bug Sleepy-by dreaming,    I think a drug     Rolling out carpet,    pony girl home Cottage in Hamptons,    the grounds to roam Broken glass topping,    my shackles crome Shock collar fitted,    my curry comb     Mistress demanding,    pony cart hitched Sprinting for finish,    my bottom switched Services rendered,    my life enriched My Mistress loving,