Her man drinks, gambles, treats her like dirt,
Calls her prick-teaser. Cunt. Dirty flirt.
Filthy slut. Fucking whore.
Yet she comes back for more,
Begging “Fuck me!” Embracing the hurt.
Author: admin
Still waters
She presented as dull and strait-laced,
And yet dreamed about being disgraced…
A wild, sordid affair,
But, of course, didn’t dare…
Virgin still… such a pitiful waste!
Reading the room
She could tell, from the bulge in his pants,
That he entertained thoughts of romance…
Of the physical kind…
Which she wouldn’t much mind…
Lucky bastard was in with a chance!
Initiation
Master / Slave contract sealed and signed…
Hours, penalties, such, all defined…
He said “Suck my cock, bitch!”
A bit brutal, but which
Was of course how it all was designed.
Slumming it
He frequents the slums, tenement housing,
Quite dangerous, yet so arousing!
Teen mothers, young whores,
Lounging, sluttish at doors…
Never buying, of course, only browsing!
Of mice and men
“In this world, there are just men and mice,”
Said his old man. “I wouldn’t think twice.
If you think you’re a chance
To get into her pants,
Grab her pussy, why not? Roll the dice!”
Pizzazz
Yeah, the girl has a certain pizzazz…
Like a showgirl, but not as much as,
He thinks. Good in the cot,
With that body she’s got…
A great fuck… if you could… which he has!
Fig
One would have to say, in her defence,
That the man’s cock was bloody immense…
She might split like a fig!
God, with something that big,
Second thoughts were just plain commonsense!
Pliability
A great beauty, but no mental giant,
Though cheeky sometimes, or defiant,
Between me and you,
When it came to a screw,
She was always reliably pliant!
Unaccountable
Drunk or drugged… or amnesia perhaps…
(Such convenient memory gaps!)
Was it rape, as she said,
When discovered in bed,
Or a puzzling, if brief moral lapse?