Subtext

“Fuckin fuck off!” she said, mean and vicious.
“Quite right,” he thought. “Bein’ suspicious.”
He’d get in her pants
If he got half a chance…
And by God, she’d be bloody delicious!

Maestro

Her breasts lolled underneath the white satin…
His cock, though, refused still to fatten…
So what? He still fucked her,
That sly old conductor,
With swoops, twirls and thrusts of his baton!

Efflorescence

In her teens, as she filled out and bloomed,
A new life of adventure soon loomed…
Boys with cars (smooch and cruise),
Parties, drugs, sex and booze…
To all this, not unpleasantly, doomed.