Volatile

“My damn clit has a fuckin’ hair trigger!”
She said,” she said, with a shy sort of snigger…
“The tiniest lick,
Just the touch of a prick,
And I come like a mad thing! Go figure.”

Pert

She’s precocious and pretty, but pert,
In fact quite a damn tease and a flirt!
Needs a smack on the bum…
Do the same for her mum…
And a good fuck for both wouldn’t hurt!

Fire sale

Girls lined up, to be poked and perused,
Madam touting ways each might be used…
“Step up boys! Class A whores!
Fifty bucks, this one’s yours!
Forty? Thirty? No offer refused!”

Lost

Young and pregnant, she packed up and scooted.
Alone, drunk, she hollered and hooted…
“I don’t give a damn!
Wanna fuck? Here I am!
Fuckin’ lonely, lost, fuckin’ uprooted!”

Stoic

She supposed now she’d be bloody skewered.
Damn wretch… cocky, so self-assured!
A deep breath, take stock…
Just a man. Just a cock.
Bloody hell! Well, it must be endured.

Funk

Despite all of her Mum’s and Dad’s yelling,
The strong funk of sex they were smelling,
The threats, talk of sin,
She just said with a grin,
“Do whatever you want. I’m not telling!”