Is he following her, lurking, skulking?
The big ugly brute, bloody hulking!
He asked for a fuck,
And she laughed…Just her luck,
To get raped, if he’s angry or sulking!
Month: June 2015
Understandably so
She’d gone suddenly silent and pensive.
The word “fuck” she’d found quite offensive,
And “cunt” too, and “cock”,
And his size was a shock.
She was plainly a bit apprehensive.
Elasticity of demand
The fuck, frankly, was not that fantastic;
Her big tits turned out to be plastic,
But boy! What a fit!
And he had to admit
She was certainly enthusiastic!
Hollywood story
Not an actress, to which she’d aspired;
Her best-by date must have expired.
A waitress that’s all,
Still awaiting that call
From her agent… broke, sagging and tired.
Sex and love
Sex and love, not to be disingenuous,
Much as the link may be tenuous,
One may still find
Become blurred in one’s mind,
If the fuck is sufficiently strenuous!
Intuitive interface
“It’s just sex,” she said. “What’s not to like?
Cut the crap; all the sweet talk and psych!
Put the peg in the hole!
Just get on with it y’all!
Just jump on! It’s like riding a bike!
Coitus non interruptus
He was nasty, uncouth and corrupt,
His seduction style crude and abrupt.
What to do with such men?
Just get on with it then,
Lest some well-meaning fool interrupt!
Plea bargain
He was guilty, of course, as accused;
The poor girl had been sadly abused.
Though she’d whimpered and cried,
He confessed, deep inside,
He was much less ashamed than amused!
Enough rope
She’d agreed but, in fact, could she cope
With the vibrating toys and the rope,
And the lack of control
Even over which hole…?
What to do, but keep coming and hope?