In the end

Oh, the depths to which some men descend!
She fought hard, the young lass, to defend
Her shy virtue, her honour…
Alas, though, a goner…
He still got it in, in the end. 

The deal

When he groped her she let out a squeal,
But then thought… the flowers, nice meal,
The price of the show… 
She’s not gonna say no…
What the fuck. Let him cop a good feel!

Two by two

“I fuck dogs,” she said… random remark…
“Like I did it once, drunk, for a lark, 
And like, get past the hair…
Fuckin’ awesome, I swear!
I’m like… What’s next? I’d do the whole Ark!”

Infernal mills

Clanking, squeaking, and rather satanic,
His sex machine thrusts… the mechanic
Stands by, just in case,
Evil grin on his face…
No, she says… I prefer my fucks be… well… organic!