Tin god

Self styled guru, his own weird sect…
After dinner he’d smugly select
A young girl, maybe two,
To lay hands on and screw…
When you’re god, they can hardly object!

Thinnish

She was flat chested, angular, thinnish,
Which didn’t the least bit diminish
His lustful desire…
His loins were on fire…
One almighty thrust at the finish!

Having it out

Late that night they at last had it out…
At least he did… and waved it about…
Tried to get her undressed,
Had his fist round one breast…
So she socked him one, right on the snout!

Splayed

Her splayed legs showed her pussy obscenely,
A fact he observed, noted keenly…
She grinned, licked her lips,
Lewdly wriggled her hips…
“You should shave your damn cunt,” he said, meanly.