When resistance is vain, what’s the use?
When her pussy’s awash with its juice…
She thinks “God, I’m a whore”,
But resists a bit more,
Not to seem to be morally loose.
Month: June 2021
Particularity
The term slut seems a little abusive…
She might be… it isn’t conclusive.
She likes fucking, yeah,
Whom, she doesn’t much care…
She’s, like, just a bit over-inclusive.
Sneak
God! Her parents would fucking freak out,
If they knew that at night she’d sneak out,
Rooting boys… one, or some,
Come home, cunt full of come…
God forbid it should ever leak out!
Orientation
She stood naked. He snappishly flicked
Her left nipple… She’d somehow been tricked!
“Call me Master,” he said,
And she trembled in dread…
“And I warn you… I’m terribly strict!”
Hand solo
He came in, hot and rank, after polo.
His balls, like an Argentine bolo,
Bounced round on his thighs…
With that look in his eyes…
But she said “No. I’d rather go solo.”
Rocked to sleep
When they’d fucked, he said “That was terrific!”
She sighed. “Could you be more specific?”
“Like, you know, great screw!
Didn’t you think so too?”
“Nah,” she said. “Kinda more soporific!”
Upstairs, downstairs
She’d said no, for all that had achieved…
She could tell… but would not be believed…
Crumpled hankie, red eyes,
Semen dripped down her thighs,
As her splendidly large bosom heaved!
Impatience
She decided that when she was grown,
With no need anymore to postpone
Things she wanted to do,
Like, for instance, to screw,
She’d leave no cock unfucked or unblown.
Tacit consent
When he fucked her, deep down she rejoiced…
Jubilation, however, unvoiced,
Flushed with pleasure, not shame…
He could shoulder the blame…
Though her cunt had been already moist!”
Ripe
Post-pubescent, her womanhood blooming,
Boys sniffing round, older men grooming…
She’s yet to decide,
Let alone to confide,
Whom she’ll give herself to… just assuming.