In the chaos and civil unrest,
She was found one day, dazed and undressed,
How, she couldn’t explain,
Being screwed, in a lane,
By a stranger, in fact, she confessed.
Month: March 2017
Inappropriateness
Her angelic face, dark eyes that smoulder;
Each passing week, seemingly bolder!
Not quite so naive
As one might well believe;
Heaven help the poor boys when she’s older!
Running the gauntlet
The damn boys at her school! They’re all shockers!
They hang in the hall, by the lockers,
And point and guffaw…
So damn hard to ignore,
Saying crude things about her big knockers!
The path of least resistance
All the arguing, tears and stress;
So much easier just to say yes!
Hesitate, just for form,
To conform to the norm,
And then grab his damn cock and undress!
Putting her money where her mouth is
Did he need to be bloody invited?
Blow job? She’d have been damn delighted!
But no. Stand in line.
Just a fuck would be fine,
If her love must remain unrequited.
Skewed logic
“I’m a virgin,” she whispered demurely.
Kissing could not hurt though, surely?
Touching her, there?
She, in fact, didn’t care
If he finished up fucking her, screwily.
The truth about Helen of Troy
“Oh my God, Paris darling!” sighed Helen.
“Your cock! You must cum by the gallon!
I want it, of course!
My own big Trojan horse!
I don’t care if I split like a melon!”
Ethereal
She was sylph-like, long limbed, little-titted,
Wore gossamer garb, as befitted
A creature so rare,
Barely stirring the air
In the rooms of men through which she flitted.
Value added
Fifty bucks for a fuck. Damn good value!
Not young, but still hot, let me tell you!
She said “Ten bucks more
Gets you in my back door!
Not, of course, that I’d try to upsell you.”
Freelance
Not the best root he’s had, but a tryer;
No pro, just for casual hire.
Nice body, great boobs,
Bouncy arse and shaved pubes…
Pretty much all a man could desire!