Long Leash

Finally ready for the long leash, a week away from the pack
Two old dogs who are trusted to roam and still come back

A couple of fellas away on their own
They feel like men, but they look like dogs
Well-groomed if a little stiff
No collar but micro-chipped
Jabs up-to-date and socialized
House-trained most of the time
Regressed back to excitable pups
No one to stop them or pick it up

He's an alpha male in his dreams
Always led by his dick
Living life in a fantasy
Where everything's licked
A fantasy, in a fantasy
You've got it licked

Thinking you're the head of the pack
When all you want's your owner's lap
Belly of food, walks and sleep
Regular strokes, occasional treats
I've got the measure of you
Free to roam, free to choose
What you do is up to you

No choke chain or training treat, far away from your owner's lap
Just keep out of the road and your dick in your pants

It's high season and the hounds are on heat
Heads to the ground, hot on the scent
Snorting every damp patch they see
In the bar, at the pool, down the beach
Old dogs keen to master new tricks
All-consuming hungers for everything
Meat and veg, fruit and fish
Gobble the lot or lick the dish

He's an alpha male in his dreams
Always led by his dick
Living life in a fantasy
Where everything's licked
A fantasy, in a fantasy
Where you've got it licked

Thinking you're the head of the pack
When all you want's your owner's lap
Belly of food, walks and sleep
Regular strokes, occasional treats
I've got the measure of you
Free to roam, free to choose
What you do is up to you

Just suppose
They came onto you
I know what you'd do
You wouldn't bite off their hand
The tail had come down
You'd turn in fright
Rush back to the room
With your dick in your hand



Credits
Writer(s): Steve Meat
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