She was randy, perverted and tough:
She liked sex to be painful and rough.
Bondage, torture, the works,
Were, to her, mere quirks,
Just so long as they stopped short of snuff!
Month: August 2011
The big oh
As he entered her, she exclaimed “Oh!”
It felt strange, as it went to and fro,
Then decidedly good,
So she thought that she should
Just relax more, and go with the flow.
God bless her
Called to bless her, the scurrilous priest
Eyed the pretty girl, not long deceased.
He would later confess
He looked under her dress,
And caressed her cold nipples, the beast!
The crease
Between women’s smooth thighs is a crease,
With, above and around it, a fleece,
And, within it, soft lips,
From which oozes and drips
A sweet nectar! Will wonders not cease!
Wanting
In the end she gave in, for some peace.
Would the man’s want for sex never cease?
Better let him fuck her
Than, as young as they were,
His own daughter, or neighbour, or niece.
The joke
She’d been fingered and fucked, rubbed and poked;
“Can you do that deep-throat thing?” he joked,
And, not wishing to lie,
She said “No, but I’ll try”,
So she did, and she damn near choked!
Nature's way
He thought marriage and faithfulness strange,
And could see no good reason to change.
He saw sex as organic,
Felt no moral panic,
And liked all his women free-range.
Hard to please
What on earth had he done to upset her?
He’d done what she asked, to the letter!
She’d come, loud and long;
Had he done something wrong…
Or else, might he perhaps, have done better?
Middle Age lament
The sex life of a Middle Age peasant
Could not have been terribly pleasant;
The dirt and the grime,
Getting raped all the time:
One is glad that one lives in the present!
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Rush of blood
The next day, when he paused for reflection,
He thought of the risk of infection,
And yet; what to do,
When a man needs a screw?
Who can think, when he’s got an erection?
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