He spied her, hot and young and rash, 
And trussed her, goose-like, hands and feet.
He taped her mouth and ripped her dress 
To probe and carve her like a meat. Driven like half-maddened beasts, 
The bulk of men act out of haste. 
But slowly binding her, he thinks 
That Girl is an acquired taste. Gleaming pussy, gaping cunt
His due reward, fresh from the hunt. 
With instruments of steel and chrome 
He examined his new prize he owned. He trained his doggie with his touch. 
And fucked her with his favorite lunch.
Sausage seasoned with a girl 
And ripened female for dessert. He filled her with his fingers first 
Up to the knuckles, nothing worse
Then slipped inside her past his thumb 
And troubled her and made her come. And so he saved the best for last 
An apéritif of Girl, what less? 
He bit her on her pearly ass 
And striped her red with cane and lash. Her parted thighs, her rose-bud flesh 
He ripped and gnawed and tore and gnashed 
She squealed and begged. She cried, implored- 
Both man and girl, entrapped in cord.