If she loved him, he said, which she did.
She’d not act like a scared little kid,
Let him have his damn way…
So she whispered OK…
Opened up… and slip, slap, in it slid!
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Perceptiveness
“Bless me, Father,” she whispered, confessing…
“For lewd thoughts I’ve had while undressing…
I’ve touched myself too,
And I’ve been touched by you…
And might be touched some more, too, I’m guessing.”
Because they’re there
“What did God give you such a nice pair for?”
He said. “You’ve got great tits, and therefore
They’re meant to be sucked,
Squashed together and fucked…
What the fuck do you think that they’re there for?”
On a hiding to nothing
The poor man was so uptight and so meek,
Yet compelled, like a jerk, still, to sneak,
Snatching glimpses of breasts…
His pathetic requests…
“They’re so nice! Can I give them a tweak?”
Worse
When he got drunk, he’d roar and he’d curse,
Call her slut, lazy cunt, and things worse,
Then he’d drag her to bed
Not to fuck, but instead,
To do other things, strange and perverse!
The qualm before the storm
Though her age was a slight technicality,
Apropos fucking’s legality,
Any such qualm
Caused no real alarm,
Just by virtue of utter banality
In mitigation
She was just a slut, right, some poor loser,
He said to his angry accuser.
He’d fucked her, OK…
He just wanted to say,
He was only the bloody end-user!
From the horse’s mouth
He was hung like a horse, anecdotally…
“Fuck! Yes!” she said. “Fucking totally!
God! What a root!
Made me suck it, to boot…
All the way down my neck!” she said throatily.
Intemperance
Gosh! she said to herself, as she showered…
Poor girl, she’d been quite overpowered…
That furious screw…
And he’d eaten her too!
Well, not eaten, so much, as devoured!
Splitting hairs
Listen, darling, she said. Though you’re sweet,
Being faithful’s just so obsolete!
Just consider your luck!
You’ve still got me to fuck,
And I’m upfront… it’s not like I cheat!