When daylight Fades to glowy moon strange things happen in Joe's cockoon
The dungeon slaves begin their deed, to feed the hungry Masters greed.
With whips and chains he bounds their souls to satisfy his evil goals.
His flaming eyes , his burning lust,One by one they feel his thrust.
From frightful cries to lustful plea's,The master hears their fantasies
Again he wins with his disguise their love is his there's no more crys.
They'll tell him all from Pain to fear, their secrets kept are his to hear.
You think he cares until he is through, throw out the old bring in the new!
More dungeon slave's to feel his greed, more heart's to cut and watch them bleed.
More souls to take for his desire ,more souls to burn in Cockoon's fire.
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Author:
Laurie christine (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It has been almost forty years since I thought I knew this person I clearly did not ! but he left his lasting impression his last name was Coons which explains the title
- Category: Erotic
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