Where on earth would a woman have got
Had she not learned to flirt and gavotte,
(And be damn good in bed)?
Better to, as she said,
Be a ‘have’ than a bloody ‘have-not’!
Month: November 2016
One track mind
“All you men have a damn one track mind!”
She complained. “True,” he said, “but I find
Women think of sex too;
I’d be up for a screw,
If perchance you were that way inclined!”
Good, wholesome fun
This way, that way, for over an hour,
Her sweat mixed with butter and flour,
And oil, and eggs,
Semen too, down her legs.
Should they eat now, or after a shower?
Anatomical inevitablity
She had breasts of a certain immensity,
Soft and pneumatic in density,
Likely to pop,
It seemed, out of her top,
Which did have, too, that happy propensity!
Divertimento
Teasing, leading men on, shameless flirting,
Though naughty, she found quite diverting;
Come on, get them hard,
Leave them mentally scarred!
All good fun and, fuck, who was it hurting?
Waxing lyrical
When she went for her first pubic wax,
It was pretty damn hard to relax.
It was sticky and hot,
Right? So what if it got
In her intimate wrinkles and cracks?
Extending a warm welcome
She’d lie low for a while, convalesce;
She’d survived it okay, more or less.
But, like, who was to know
He was so hung? Good, though,
That she’d gotten his name and address!
Kith and kin
When young hillbillies’ sex lives begin,
Whomsoever their dicks might be in,
Though they don’t too much mind,
For the most part you’d find
That the pussy concerned would be kin!
Qualified approval
“You’re not gay?” she asked. “Not one of those?
Not a bit? Good. One just never knows!
Very well,” she said, mollified,
“Since you seem qualified,
On with the fuck, I suppose!”
Innuendo
Although said as a sort of aside,
It was not as if, though, that he’d lied
When he’d called her a slut,
Not in those words, quite, but
Unmistakably, crudely implied.