In his dingy, unclean, stuffy room,
He worked tirelessly in the gloom,
Trolling women who’d spurned him,
Whose caustic still burned him…
“Cunt hater” his cool nom de plume.
Sauces for courses
Said a wise old Greek woman, a sibyl,
Girls’ nipples are bite-sized to nibble…
A starter, to taste…
Serve the rest, without haste,
When your pussy’s beginning to dribble.
The office
Though of course it’s… well… sort of corrupt…
The young office girl’s breasts being cupped
In the hands of the boss…
Little flirt… it’s her loss…
On the whole… yeah… best not interrupt.
Mr Right
So, they met to catch up, reconnect…
“You got married, I’m thinking… correct?
“No,” she said. “Don’t know why…
Never met the right guy…
Still a virgin, the last time I checked!”
Not no
“You want anal?” she said, with a smile…
“Look, I don’t think it’s dirty or vile…
Women do it, I know…
I could give it a go,
But, well, frankly, it’s just not my style.”
The hurt
“I don’t love you,” she said. “That’s the thing,
When he knelt down and offered a ring…
“You’re a pretty good lay,
But that’s all, like… Okay?
Sex ain’t love… Understand? There’s the sting!”
Assertiveness
It’s not if she’ll give in… but until…
She keeps on saying no, but she will…
From the way that she pants
When his hand’s down her pants…
Get a finger in, go for the kill!
Tad
When he fucked her, it hurt, just a tad,
Being virgin, but still she was glad…
And the boy’s first time too…
He came hard, as you do…
Now he’s halfway to being a dad.
In the heat of the moment
“For God’s sake!” cried Miss Rutherford heatedly.
“Tried as you have sir, repeatedly,
Just have your way…
A nice prick, I must say…
Stick it up me,” she muttered, defeatedly.
Colour blind
Was her stroking his cock a green light?
It might well, or might not have been, right?
Should he touch her as well?
It’s so damn hard to tell
If her saying she won’t might mean might.