The Black Princess my Erotic Wrestling Poem is now available
THE BLACK PRINCESS
Part 1 – the meeting
It’s a lucky modern country
But they like Royalty it seems
Exiled noble families
And Tasmanian Queens
The convicts love their Lord and Ladies
(go figure what that means)
The nobles cling to their old ways
Dreaming of the olden days
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The beautiful Black Princess
She is a wrestling Queen
Almost the equal of her sister
The famous Princess Green
The Princess looks so very (very) hot
And fights so very mean
Beating up hard men’s her thing
She owns them in the wrestling ring
And then with broken men she toys and plays
And owns them many other ways
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When he yobbed up to the Palace
It made the Royal servants frown
Despite his gilded invitation
He’s from the poor side of town
Two servant girls fought off his wandering hands
As they bathed and washed him down
Exchanged his clothes for brand new wrestling gear
(from the top end of town)
And then led him to the dungeons
Way below the ground
There were lots of squawks and squeals
As they led him down the stairs
Luckily these servant girls
Always work in pairs
With murder in their eyes
They left him on his own
They plan to lie in wait with baseball bats
If he survives to stagger home
But the Princess must have her fun
Before they can have their own
Now he’s standing in this dungeon room
Which just contains one thing
The tales of this Princess must be true
He’s staring at a wrestling ring
Stretching in his tight white wrestling gear
It seems he’s early to the ring
Well he was never going to be late
For his first wrestling blind date
He’s never heard of a girl before
Who owns a private wrestling ring
And he’s never fought a girl before
And on this he’s thinking
He’s not a fan of wrestling
As a kid he saw some on TV
From what he remembers
How hard can it be?
He’s a handy street fighter
And he’s said he’ll eat his hat
If he can’t put down a pampered Princess
In ten seconds, flat
But if she is not ugly
Where would be the fun in that?
So, he’s trying to think of TV wrestling holds
To pin her nice and tight
And (accidentally of course)
Touch her up just right
If he plays his cards well
He could get lucky tonight (!!)
But now he spies the Princess
She’s stalking to the ring
If he knew the look that’s on her face
He’d know that she was stalking him
As it is, his jaw drops to the floor
And his eyes begin feasting
The beauty of the Princess
Takes his breath away
Her curves displayed in wrestling gear
Have just made his day
A dark-haired vision in jet-black leotard
She saunters to the ropes
He feels things are rising up
And it’s not just his hopes (!!)
She is tall and she is toned
Lovely face and lovely bones
From her combat pony-tail
Down to her painted toes
The bulge in his tight white wrestling trunks
Just grows and grows and grows (!!)
She smiles at his erection
As she skips into the ring
“Well now, someone’s glad to see me
Oh my, that is a tiny thing (!!)
I like a man in speedos
But I do prefer well-hung
Let me see this tight white tenting
And this tiny thing you’ve brung (!!)”
Distracted to distraction
Red-faced fro ear to ear
He lets the beautiful Black Princess
Come dangerously near
She is a head taller
And outweighs him, that is clear
But she is just a woman
And our hero has no fear
A firm hand upon his speedos
She gives a mighty squeeze
That brings tears to his eyes
And weakness to his knees
The Princess sighs her disapproval
“O my, this is not designed to please
Anyway we’re here to fight
We’ve both made it to the ring
But before we start our wrestle
We must deflate this tiny thing”
Distracted to distraction
He blurts out a new idea:
“Why not just go straight to bed
Forget about the fight?
I won’t disappoint you
Although I don’t like to skite
That way I won’t have to hurt you
And you can pleasure me through the night”
(And then he thinks to himself
Did that come out just right?)
He sees the Royal smile evaporate
The Princess pouts a pretty frown
“But I do so love to wrestle
Tiny here needs to come down (!!)”
Distracted to distraction
Embarrassed that he’s hard
Her swift knee lift into his groin
Catches him off guard
“I guess we can get started
(She tells him with a grin)
You have no idea
How much trouble you’re in (!!)”
“Illegal move!” the man he cries
Writhing on the ground
“There are Rules?? (the Princess giggles)
Same knee crashing down
Well then…
No giving up, no giving in
No wimping out today
Your pxxxy whipping’s over
ONLY WHEN I SAY
There are many ways to own a man
Princess Black’s come out to play” (!!)”
”
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When the Princess squares off with a man
She fights to a trusted battle plan
A massive blow between his legs
Stuns him to the ground
Swift second strike to that soft place
Serves to keep him down
The Black Princess - Part 1
Then repeated knees and elbows
Smashed down on each and every limb
(Front and back and front again)
Will always quieten him
Give him no time to recover
No time to fight back
Swift, brutal and relentless
Are the keys to her attack
When she takes away the fighting edge
Born in every male
She’s a fearsome female fighter
And will always prevail
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Back to our hapless hero
He’s fallen for the plan
The Princess always executes
When beating up a man
The beauty of the Princess
Can’t distract him from the pain
As awesome elbows and more cruel knees
Pour down on him like rain
“I like a man in tight white wrestling gear
Arms and legs all turned to jelly
My knees can start a love affair
With an exposed back and belly (!!)”
‘
When the love affair is over
He’s weaker than a kitten
She’s done all the smiting
And he’s been well and truly smitten (!!)
She could now simply pin his shoulders
And count out three for victory
But that’s not the way her pxxxy whippings
Are ever meant to be
She is here to hurt him
And that’s what we’re going to see
to teach a hard man a hard lesson
And it’s not how to count to three (!!)
