Horned and hooved, with a long shaggy coat;
A man’s torso, hind parts of a goat!
Being fucked by a satyr …
Not good, but worse, later,
That rank, slimy prick down her throat!
Month: July 2015
Interior monologue
God, she thought, I must have a damn jinx!
A guy gives me the eye, and he winks.
And I think, yeah, that’s good.
I could fuck him! I should!
But we never get further than drinks!
Lamarckian evolution
Human woman: a curious mammal.
Lips painted, claws shiny enamel,
Tits rather too big,
A cunt shaped like a fig,
Or a clam, or the toe of a camel.
Five minutes of fame
Her head stuck on some porn star – a hoax,
Such amusement, though fake, it evokes!
It’s all over the net;
Not on Facebook, though, yet.
“Guess I’m only half-famous!” she jokes.
The electrical sex machine (prototype)
The machine still has one or two faults;
Some burnt hair, small electrical jolts
To the internal parts,
Women though, once it starts,
Do implore one to crank up the volts!
Logical fallacy
God! Men’s logic was so hard to follow!
He’d dumped her! She felt sort of hollow.
What more could she do?
Gave him head, fucked him too!
Maybe threesomes? Or else learn to swallow.
Antisocial media
Well of course, she was sort of offended,
Not only because it had ended,
Her Facebook romance…
Once he’d got in her pants…
It was more being fucked… then un-friended.
The scale of things
“I’d have done it before, if I’d known!”
She said, “Shit, it beats wanking alone!”
“So, was losing my cherry
Traumatic? Not very.
Much less, say, than losing my phone!”
The sap rising
The old girl was still cheeky and spry.
“My tits droop, but my pussy ain’t dry!”
She exclaimed with a grin.
“Go ahead. Stick it in!
Goodness knows, it’s at least worth a try!”
Vagina dentata
In old myths the vagina dentata
Made men-folk persona non grata.
Men braving the curse
Lost their pricks! Sometimes worse!
A quick blow-job might just have been smarter!