He’d bought dinner, she’d told a rude joke,
A good sign. Should he ask for a poke?
Fish and chips ain’t no feast,
But a blow job at least?
Fuck it! No! Life’s too short! Go for broke!
Month: April 2015
Call me Daddy
The young whore, in fact just an apprentice,
Laughed drunkenly, non compus mentis.
He squeezed her soft bum,
Mumbling “Don’t tell your Mum”,
While he screwed her, in loco parentis.
Soft landing
Folded into his urgent embrace,
Her big boobs take up most of the space.
Bloody lovely, God knows!
As the old saying goes;
She won’t ever fall flat on her face!