Naked, soon to be raped, it would seem,
Her eyes fixed on the knife’s wicked gleam …
Then the blade at her throat,
And she screamed! On that note,
She woke, hot, drenched with sweat. Just a dream!
Month: September 2016
Gambit
Left hand under her dress, his right cupped
Round her breast. Such a shock! So abrupt!
His cock out of his pants …
The poor girl had no chance;
Rooted! Outwitted, routed, one-upped!
Ablution
“By confession, one gains absolution,
Incest,” the priest said “self-pollution.
Worse too, I daresay;
All one’s sins washed away,
Or at least undergone some dilution!”
Freelancer
A young journalist, bullied by editors,
One step ahead of her creditors,
Now and then screwed
Men for money or food,
Not, of course, though, the worst of the predators.
Mister Perfect
So, my ideal lover, she said,
Fucks me good, doesn’t mess with my head;
No damn lies, bullshit, flattery,
Comes with a battery,
Always there, under my bed.
Domestic bliss
Twice a night was once barely enough,
But it slowed down, she got up the duff,
First routine, then a bore,
Sex became one more chore,
And if that didn’t suit him, well tough!
It must be love
Hair a mess and scuffed shoes, quite unkempt,
But the boy about whom she had dreamt!
So she smiled, licked her lips,
Gave a flash of her nipps …
Fuck! A girl’s got to make some attempt!
The girl most likely
She was fond of a root, just that way,
User-friendly, perhaps you could say,
In the back of boys’ cars,
Stairways, under the stars,
But no time for love, only for play!
Back seat driver
“Mess with cars,” she screamed”. “That’s all you do!
Once a month is a few fucks too few!
But six-monthly or annual?
Read the damn manual!
Women need servicing too!”
To err is human
Not exactly, of course, overjoyed,
But not heartbroken, more just annoyed.
He’s deceived her, he’s lied,
Had a bit on the side…
Something she herself tends to avoid.