Shifty-eyed, always on the alert
For new women with whom he can flirt;
Any woman will do
For a casual screw,
Young or old, anything in a skirt!
Month: June 2016
Hothouse flowers
In the tropics, there’s no damn frigidity;
Men blessed with ready rigidity,
Women can’t wait,
Pussies all in a state
Of hot, fragrant and constant liquidity!
Anthropology for beginners
Anthropologists all are agreed,
Man made cider and ale and mead
To get girls in the mood
To be taken and screwed,
Be laid claim to, to root more and breed.
Puttana
Just a slut for the local ndrangheta,
But cause for a bloody vendetta!
She fucked the wrong guy,
Called it rape, (a big lie).
Death and violence just made her wetter!
Rising damp
Her consent may as yet be unvoiced,
Should the young lady, though, choose to hoist
Up her skirts to reveal
Her pussy, then feel,
You’ll find it receptively moist!
Appealing to her vanity
Though she uttered a silent profanity,
Just for the sake of her sanity,
Sick of his pleas,
(Sobbing, down on his knees),
Yes, she’d fuck him, just out of humanity!
Passing trade
The young hooker’s a peach, quite a knockout!
At home, his wife’s put him on lockout.
Why not fuck a whore?
With one foot in the door,
Hard already, he’s got his damn cock out!
Going solo
Strung along for six years by Ralph,
Betty thought, fuck him! Left on the shelf!
Well, the bastard, all said,
Was dead hopeless in bed…
She’d keep on getting off by herself!
Empire
Women, black, brown, all colours and creeds,
Said the captain, would serve a man’s needs.
Well, what else were they for?
Sluts, or spoils of war,
Or else bought for some trinkets and beads.
Thrice blessed
Eyes that smoulder, her lips taste like spice.
They embrace, and she strips in a trice.
Perfect arse, perfect tits,
His cock seamlessly fits
In her pussy, which grips like a vise!