Dead of night

A dark street, in the still dead of night, 
And shit happens… she did dread it might…
Was that footsteps she heard?
No… stop being absurd!
But what if…? And she screamed, fled in fright!

Gamechanger

She’s attracted, she’s got to admit,
Even though he’s a proper damn shit…
If that bulge ain’t a sock…
If it’s all fuckin’ cock…
Yeah, she fancies him, leastways a bit. 

Easygoing

Nymphomaniac? Hmmm… Ask her shrink…
But she’s up for it, whatever kink…
Gang bang? Cool! Bondage? Yeah.
Condoms? Nah, doesn’t care…
Take your chances, she says with a wink.

Machismo

His pace frantic, she found herself tiring,
And put upon… gasping, perspiring…
She’d had quite enough 
Of his damn macho stuff…
The fuck just, in a word, uninspiring. 

Hysteria

Blessed with breasts large and round… almost spherical,
Sadly, the girl was hysterical… 
Frightened of men,
Being touched… if and when
Dogs and snakes, other creatures chimerical!

Intensive care

His dad payed for the whore… damn expensive!
Poor boy… he was… well… apprehensive…
She stripped in a trice…
They fucked… him on top… twice…
Oral, anal… his teaching intensive!