The poor girl was, of course, overawed.
She kept mumbling “Yes sir. Yes m’lord.”
He was just like all men,
She found out but, by then,
She’d already been put to the sword!
Month: October 2018
Life
She served drinks in a tavern and whored.
Shame and guilt she could hardly afford.
Just a sort of a life,
Till a mother and wife,
A fond dream she was working toward!
For better or for worse
Lucy’s husband, Fred, whom she adored,
Was a man e’er so tragically flawed.
While she cooked, cleaned and bred,
Kept him warm, nights, in bed,
The louse gambled, drank beer and whored!
Madeira, m’dear?
Sliding over, he pressed himself nearer,
His sordid intentions now clearer;
Lascivious play!
To, in fact, have his way!
To which end, she’d been plied with madeira!
Malice aforethought
As the truth dawned, she felt her heart sinking.
“My God!” she thought. “What was I thinking?
He’ll ravish me now,
Or he’ll try, anyhow!
“One more sherry, Miss Prim?”, he said, winking.
Compromising
His wife naked, her limbs intertwined,
With the man’s. He was startled to find,
Although caught in the act,
That he didn’t, in fact,
Feel angry, or even much mind!
Considering
With the knotted ropes chafing and burning,
Nude, dangling, exposed, twisting, turning,
His cock in her bum,
She once more did the sum…
Was it worth more than what she was earning?
On the job
Naked, dangling there, twisting and turning,
Despite all the cash she was earning,
She thought “How much more?
God! I might be a whore,
But it’s time I became more discerning!”
Pussy cat
Tanned and taut, tresses tangled and tawny,
A lioness? Tiger? Too corny!
A pussy cat, then?
Or perhaps, to most men,
Just plain pussy, wet, willing and horny!
Prince Charming
“Well, well, well!” she thought. “This is just charming!
Stripped naked, tied up. Quite alarming!
And what’s he got planned
With that thing in his hand,
That looks like… Oh God! Something for farming?”