She works down at the Star Bar and Grill.
Guys with cash, a few hours to kill,
Come and drink, tip big, think
She might wink, flash the pink;
On a slow day, sometimes, too, she will!
Month: December 2013
Americana 3
She cleans windscreens and he pumps the gas.
Still at school, but the girl’s got some sass!
Dresses sexy, acts flirty,
Don’t mind talkin’ dirty;
Big tits too, and nice bouncy ass.
Americana 4
She works nights at some greasy-spoon diner.
Ain’t told the boss she’s still a minor.
Ain’t got no degree,
What you get’s what you see,
Just big tits and a cosy vagina.
Americana 5
In a burger joint / diner / cafe,
In a side street, downtown Santa Fe,
She waits tables and smiles,
Struts her ass round the tiles;
Does she root? Maybe not. But she may.
Fledgling
Though a virgin, potential untapped,
When sex happened, of course, she was rapt!
Her back arched and she moaned.
Pleasure too long postponed!
How her frilly pink pussy wings flapped!
Festina lente
Once they’d kissed, she was quickly denuded.
So long! All those years deluded!
Hands, fingers, his tongue,
But so hasty, the young!
The whole thing all too swiftly concluded!
Vandals and Goths
When out raiding, a Vandal or Goth,
Prone to excess of lust and of wrath,
Slaughter done, raged and roared,
Raped and pillaged and whored,
Mouth and penis, alike, both afroth!
Warm and fuzzy
After sex, she felt fuzzy and snuggly.
Although he was flabby and ugly,
She didn’t much care;
She quite liked all that hair.
She just wished he’d stop smiling so smugly!
Post-feminist
Peer pressure informed her the norm
Was to take off her clothes and perform,
To give head jobs to boys,
To compare and swap toys,
Sometimes buzzing still, sticky and warm!
When the clap was just the clap
Quite obsessed about all things erotic,
Her life became rather chaotic.
Diseases she caught
Hardly gave pause for thought,
Just the odd dose of antibiotic.