Down In The Dungeon

A Poem by John Barret

Dungeon Tale

Come down to the dungeon
Where the sweaty love pain will flow
Come down to the dungeon
You might find someone you know
In the dark of the dungeon
You won’t be fully aware
In the dark of the dungeon
You’ll no longer care
The masked gimp, wont leave you limp
He’ll make you feel real exotic
With a sandpaper butt-plug up his ring
He’ll make you rethink what you find erotic
Stay down in the dungeon
Where the enemas are squirted
Stay down in the dungeon
Where the creatures are truly perverted
You might enter young and tight
But the big strict bear will lube you even if you fight
Then release lord fisto from his cell
And he’ll make your anus wide like a wishing well
Down in the dungeon
Down in the dungeon
Tonight
Its gonna be just right