Lusting For Pinkie's Poem by Hubert Wilson

Lusting for leathered Pinkie's dominating taste!
Impossible even to be whipped by another into being replaced!
Quirky torture perhaps?
Unthinkable short of total physical collapse!
Only Pinkie's can so intensely fulfill!
Rushing like a disappearing Saturday night 100 dollar bill!

Surely Pinkie's will wait for submissive me?
Told to 'BE HERE, OR ELSE', by 9: 00 p.m. despite my servile plea!
Only in west Texas can Pinkie's chain so completely reign!
Racing across the hot Llano Estacado like a wind driven prairie fire flame!
Epicenely slinking at 8: 59 p.m. through Pinkie's domineering door!
Slavishly inside - the town's about to close only liquor store!

Pinkie's Rule!