When a restless barbarian horde
Took up weapons and travelled abroad,
Though most folks they’d just slay,
Maids they’d carry away,
To rape later, when peevish or bored.
Month: August 2013
Pen friends
Dear Sir. Now I’m thinking more clearly,
Sex has affected me queerly.
Pray, tell me when
We might do it again.
Perhaps Saturday night? Yours sincerely.
Getting off, getting on
Getting older, good roots ever fewer,
Loose women more hard to procure,
For kinkier thrills,
Not to waste the blue pills,
He booked two girls most nights, to be sure!
The hoax
He begins to sweet-talk her, to coax,
Just one more of his practical jokes…
The deception seems small
But she swallows it all.
She looks up, and he laughs, and she chokes!
Original sin
The young lady said “Pardon me, Rector…”
He glared at the fair interjector.
“The forbidden fruit;
Does that mean… did they root?
Was it maybe a peach, with sweet nectar?”
Going forward
She’d said yes, although under duress;
When he’d done, though, she had to confess
It had been rather fun,
Once the fuck had begun,
Never mind that the sheets were a mess!
The loophole
Christian women, God’s virgins, rejoice!
For small blessings, give thanks, raise your voice!
No, of course you can’t screw
As unsaved women do…
There’s still buggery though… It’s your choice!
All sinners great and small
In her innocence, Mary, God bless her,
One Friday night asked her confessor,
“If fucking’s a sin…
To not put it all in…
Or to suck it… which sin is the lesser?”
Need to know basis
She’d had too much to drink, you might guess;
A kiss led to a fevered caress.
It was great sex, no doubt,
But she never found out
The guy’s name, let alone his address!
All in the family
If Jed’s wife won’t git dirty in bed,
Shoot, he jes fucks his sister instead!
Or one pussy or t’other,
Mayhap or his mother;
Their kids, though, do turn out inbred.