Young, confused, foolish, flattered and flustered,
She let him, this man whom she’d trusted,
Do things to her which
Scared her, hurt like a bitch,
Left her mortified, shamed and disgusted.
As flies to mortal men
In the absence of God , or of gods,
She was raped by some young louts, the sods…
The wrong place, the wrong time,
And no reason or rhyme…
Just bad luck, then, but what were the odds?
Frame of mind
She’s developed the whore’s frame of mind…
Embraced lust, and left all shame behind…
The wild joy that she gives,
Any just god forgives…
Never mind if dull prudes blame her kind.
Green light
Her holes gaping, a lewd, lovely sight,
Grinning, splaying her thighs… the green light…
First a dip down her throat…
Chances rather remote
That her cunt or her arse will be tight!
The meaning of life
He mused much on the meaning of life…
To grow old… or else pills, gun or knife,
Not that life was so bad,
And some folks would be sad,
Like his dealer, his girlfriend, his wife.
On the hook
Once deprived of their means of support,
Her tits flapped like a salmon just caught,
As she bounced on his cock…
“I should give her a shock…
Switch and bugger the slut now,” he thought.
Suspicion
“I’d not mind…” she said “just being screwed…
I’m in fact in an amorous mood,
But I’m rather concerned…
(A suspicion hard earned)
Just what else being fucked might include!”
A taste
His hand cupping her breast, warm and white,
Finger tickling her twat, moist and tight…
She’s allowed him this much…
Just a taste , just a touch…
To do more she might think impolite.
Winning hearts
I’m quite pretty, she thought. That I know,
Ample bosom as well, a nice show,
To entice , win men’s hearts…
She imagined their parts,
Hard and strange, in her holes, down below.
Disgrace
In the clutch of this stranger’s embrace,
She thought “Girl, you’re a fuckin’ disgrace!”
His cock stuck up her bum…
More men lined up to cum
In her holes, on her tits, on her face.