All her chickens had come home to roost.
Called a slut, whore. All hell was unloosed!
The whole town, it seemed, knew
She was fuckable, true,
But it did give her street cred a boost!
Month: April 2016
Slattern
A loose woman, a trollop, a slattern!
These things, though, do follow a pattern;
Though prudes crossed the street,
She had plenty to eat,
Silken undies and dresses of satin.
Pass the ketchup
Sex is sex, nothing very profound,
And assuming the low moral ground,
Love or not, it’s what’s real,
Like sharing a meal;
With luck, there’s enough to go round!
Religion and reality
The religion to which she adhered
Said girls should be virgins. So weird!
Till fifteen or so,
She held out, then… you know…
Just thought fuck and be damned, it appeared.
Babe in the wood
The poor girl, just a babe in the wood…
His intentions quite misunderstood…
Still a virgin, so young…
And he, rather well hung…
For the likes of him, hanging’s too good!
Bottom shelf
He’s a good pimp, a bit of a ponce,
But don’t care what it is a man wants.
Whips and chains, all that stuff,
He’s got girls like it rough,
Mind, of course, johns won’t get much response.
Negotiable terms
Said the landlord, “Miss, do bear in mind…
If, perchance, you were that way inclined…
Don’t mistake my intent…
You’re behind in your rent,
And I’d gladly take payment in kind.”
Babe in the woods 2
In her little red cape and red hood,
A delicious young babe in the wood!
Tender titties to chew,
Juicy other bits too,
For a big, bad wolf, up to no good!
Alter-ego
Though apparently highly respectable,
Deep within, hardly detectable
Underplayed, but
Always there, was a slut,
With a body just bloody delectable!
Water under the bridge
She’d not taken too much to convince.
He’d pull out, she’d just have a quick rinse.
It seemed simple enough.
Poor girl, well up the duff,
And no sign of the bloke, of course, since!