Lustful

“You don’t say!” Mindless chatter… She’s racked
By her lust, as a matter of fact…
Slut and virgin in one…
Sex must be so much fun!
How the funk, sweat and splatter attract!

A stayer

The great thing, that he really admired,
She seemed, like, to never get tired…
She’d fuck till she dropped,
Never piked, never stopped,
Though she panted and gasped and perspired!

Post hoc

She perhaps should have taken offence…
That she hadn’t still didn’t make sense…
To have called her a slut…
And then fuck her… yeah, but…
When she came it was bloody intense!

Look, it’s not that I don’t want to try it,
She said. But he seemed not to buy it…
Okay. Look, let’s fuck,
And I’ll give it a suck,
But not swallow… I’m on a damn diet!

After the plague

So… he’s doing that thing that she loves…
Makes her coo like a box full of doves…
But she says “Know what, baby?
I’d like… could you maybe
Please put on a mask and some gloves?”