Sex was pretty good fun, so she’d heard…
The most fun you can have, was the word…
Her friend claimed the boy’s… front…
His thing… went in her cunt,
Which to her mind seemed frankly absurd!
Caring and sharing
In and out of her poor throat he drove…
It was jolly good fun , too, by Jove,
He exclaimed to his friend…
Chockablock, other end…
Though her face was a curious mauve.
Holey-moley!
“Sex ain’t no trouble, gal,” said her mother
“Yer daddy, yer uncles, yer brother…
Sometimes all at once…
But we got more than cunts…
We can fit ‘em in some hole or other!”
Kismet
She knew nothing at all about men,
Though she’d spoken to some, now and then…
She’d decided yes, though,
She’d give fucking a go…
Just not where, or with whom, how or when.
The better part of valour
All the awkwardness, stress and expense…
What if somehow he caused her offence?
Better just be a loner,
Stay home, stroke his boner…
No girls… shit it only makes sense!
The sporting life
Faced with sex, Cath’lic girls are quite wary…
Some do and some don’t… results vary…
The good sports who will
Mostly don’t use the pill…
Just rely on a quick Hail Mary.
Faux pas
When he asked her, she went all subdued,
His beloved, the woman he’d wooed…
“I’m inclined to say no,”
She said… “Tell you to go,
But it’s just… I don’t want to seem rude.”
Personal space
“My cute pussy, to which you allude,
Though you called it my cunt… rather crude…
Is my own to employ,
For my personal joy,
Not for yours,” she said. “Go and get screwed!”
Fluidity
She’d not normally very much mind,
And was more or less, frankly, resigned,
Though of course it damn sucked,
To the fact she’d be fucked,
And was not, in truth, much disinclined.
Post-feminist
Once a feminist, long since recanted,
“Right there, big boy! Harder!” she panted…
A self-confessed slut,
She did love to fuck, but
Not, of course, being taken for granted.