Slave Pole Song

[Tehya]

Slave Pole Song

What ever happened to the day of old
where the Inn was used mostly for the poles
Where a lass would be tied and gagged as pleased
with less love and flowers... and much mead
I say go back to the days of old
and polish the steel of those poles
with some lovely maiden with cum soaked clothes
Or perhaps that gent for a dinner date
you might wonder which one he will choose to mate

Now a man might like firm butts and perky breasts…pretty nipples
or he might like abbs with lots of muscular ripples
The thing is the poles are lonely for flesh and chains
and there hasn't been a soul on them in days
Perhaps they hide in the darkness with their real likes
and hushed silence cry out their darkest cries

Did you kiss and woo her
tie a flower to the straps
or did you bind her so tightly that she couldn't become unwrapped
Were her screams stifled with a ball gag, or scarf
did you remember that passion not always has romance and hearts

(chorus)Bring back the days of old where bodies were the only thing to polish the poles

Take heed those that love the touch
oh such moist soft lips that you love so much
Put your mead down on the table and grab your lass by the hips
Bring her close to steel of the poles
and wind the scarves so tight there are no holes

Take that kiss once, twice, and again
for once the scarves are tied you shall win
Rip that lovely dress from her form
for tonight the poles will remain warm.
So dare the fates of the ties
or dare to sit there with your lies

Hope for love when you know what you want
sex made into flowery flaunts
When we all know that it fades in time so long
you should take the advice of this old slave pole song
Press her tight and fill your desire
that may be one or two times, before you retire
Such warm lips upon her nipples… firm and warm
only bring you back to this old slave pole song.


(chorus)Bring back the days of old where bodies were the only thing to polish the poles