SANCTUARY

SANCTUARY

Alabama Red

Alabama Red—
He was one goodlooking stud
A young redhead kid.

Just eighteen-years-old—
When mean Popeye shot him dead
Between his cute eyes.

There in the backseat—
Of Popeye’s big black Packard
While fuckin’ Temple.

Popeye was jealous—
Not of Temple making out
She made him care less.

Popeye was pissed off—
He caught Red cheatin’ on him
Red his lover-boy.

It was okay to—
Fuck her crazy all night long
In Miss Reba’s joint.

Popeye got off on—
Being a voyeur like that
Watchin’ Red’s tight hips.

Red’s cute tight hips flex—
What a nice sexy young male
Ass that kid fucked with.

He could fuck all night—
And into the next morning
Without stopping once.

Temple went spastic—
So many times she lost count
Her pussy craved it.

Red’s big fucking dick—
He was build like a tall brick
Cute Memphis shithouse.

Miss Reba’s whole joint—
Shook & rattled, rocked & rolled
All fucking night long.

Popeye that pervert—
Stood there gawking at it all
Getting off on it.

It would be shameless—
If that brass-bed only talked
Red wore out the springs.

He wore out Temple—
But she wouldn’t admit it
She wanted lots more.

Who can blame her tho—
When you’re hot you’re hot
Alabama BAM!!!!!!!

Popeye was fucked up—
Couldn’t get it up that’s why
He used that corn-cob.

It hurt Temple bad—
So bad she had to give head
After that barn scene.

All the way up to—
Memphis down on her little
College girl thin knees.

But even giving—
Head couldn’t get Popeye up
Such a hopeless case.

So Popeye paired-up—
Alabama Red and her
In Miss Reba’s joint.

Red was the best fuck—
Temple Drake had ever had
She wanted it bad.

Popeye held on tight—
To the brass-bed railing feeling
Feeling all the energy.

It was hot just like—
Young male homoerotic
Electricity.

He could feel it come—
Running thru the brass-railing
Straight into his loins.

Popeye got so hot—
He threw back his head & howled
At the moon up there.

It was the gossip—
Of the whole Reba Whore House
It was just Shameless!!!

It drove the other—
Johns & customers out fast
Red meant business.

No wonder Popeye—
Had the kid as his right hand
Young handsome chauffeur.

He had this boyish—
Long drawn-out Alabama
Drawl when he shot it.

Thick & syrupy—
Like oozing black molasses
Whenever he came.

All the other girls—
Wanted Alabama bad
But Temple refused.

Popeye didn’t care—
As long as he was around
Ogling the action.

But he got bright green—
With crazy jealousy if
Red cheated on him.

It was a no-no—
Red & Temple getting it
On behind his back.

Which is what happened—
One night in the back of his
Sleek Packard limo.

Temple wanted it—
Connived Red to fuck her good
Behind Popeye’s back.

Popeye snuck his way—
Into the front seat that night
As the couple fucked.

The bootlegger car—
Was shaking real good that night
Red was doing her.

Just as Red started—
Shooting his wad, he looked up
To see Popeye’s gun.

Popeye shot him once—
Right between the fuckin’ eyes
He died oozing blood.

Oozing his last wad—
Inside Temple’s tight pussy
Her screaming away.

“How does it feel, huh?”
Popeye said to Temple as
Red’s big dick oozed.

She just laid there dazed—
Screamin’ her fuckin’ head off
Poor little rich girl.

She fainted that way—
With Alabama Red still
Throbbing inside her.

Nobody fucked with—
Popeye ‘cause he was one mean
Mother-fucker man.