Upkeep

“Just get whores,” said his mate. “It’s much cheaper… “
Well, yeah… but his girlfriend’s a keeper…
Right from their first screw…
He’d said “Alright for you?”
“Yeah,” she said. “Fuck me harder and deeper!”

Snug

“You can try if you like,” she  said sweetly…
He did, and it fitted quite neatly…
So snugly indeed,
And with which she agreed,
That she said  “Stick it in me completely!”

Miaow

“Well, my boy,” said the whore. “You’re damn young,
But I gotta say, fuckin well hung!
Your first pussy huh? Cool!
Does it taste good? How’s school?
What’s the matter kid ? Cat got your tongue?”

Falling

Just the prospect of sex was appalling…
The grunting, the smells, the damned mauling…
It seemed though she must…
It was part of it… lust…
Of this love into which she was falling. 

An appetite

Young and tasty, a sexual treat, 
Though he treated her just as fresh meat…
A commodity, food,
To be toyed with and screwed, 
To poke, prod, nibble, lick, taste and eat. 

Indifferent

“I’m aware people call me a whore,
But I don’t give a damn anymore…
And if you think so too…”
She said… “Probably do…
You’re quite welcome to stick in your oar.”