Oh so sweet did his fervid kiss taste,
But her trust, oh so sadly, misplaced!
Seduced, ravished, defiled,
Now alone and with child,
Disappointed, disowned and disgraced!
Month: February 2017
Saying what she means
So, it seemed she’d disgraced herself utterly;
Got drunk and acted damn sluttily.
Just a small lapse,
Still, she might have, perhaps,
Got her message across, though, more subtly.
Booty
He said “Sweetie, forget that gripe fast;
Just how long can a bod so ripe last?
Soon your bosom will sag;
Get the cash in the bag!
Does it matter, your being type-cast?
A moral dilemma
The pearl necklace, a nice little trinket;
He may want to fuck her! Don’t think it!
A man of that kind?
If he does, does she mind?
And this gin that he’s poured, should she drink it?
Committment
She was game, one must say, or committed;
It seemed like it wouldn’t have fitted!
She got it in, true,
But, by god, now she knew
How it felt giving birth, she admitted!
The naturist
Naked, bareback, she rode in all weather;
She might, her touch light as a feather,
(No need to undress herself),
Sometimes caress herself,
Pussy lips tough as old leather!
Nothing to crow about
The poor jock, muscled up, big and tanned,
Looked crestfallen, could not understand;
“No reflection on you,”
She’d said, “Thanks for the screw,
Though it was a bit, shall we say, bland.”
Wear and tear
Her kind offer to root him rebuffed,
She should tell him to go and get stuffed!
What a bloody disgrace,
To have said to her face
That her pussy looked droopy and scuffed!
Morbid curiosity
He was just so damn huge! A gorilla!
Like out of some shlock-horror thriller!
Heart racing, in shock…
My God! Look at his cock!
But suppose he’s some serial killer?
In the stars
In her horoscope, blinking, the cursor
Highlighted the rising of Ursa,
(Not Major, but Minor),
Which ruled her vagina,
So, fucking good news! Or vice versa.