Just her youth and her beauty sufficed…
He was already rather enticed…
Still a virgin, what’s more…
Her first time as a whore…
And the goods were attractively priced!
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Love and marriage
“Love and marriage, so terribly kitsch!”
She said. “Look, you can call me a bitch,
But I’ll just try my luck,
Till I find World’s Best Fuck…
Who might hopefully, also be rich!”
Gone fishin
Does she love him? Nah! Not even fond.
There must be bigger fish in the pond!
Yeah, to tell the damn truth,
She’s just wasting her youth…
Trash his car. Take her jewels. Abscond!
Let down
She looks lovely… except that set frown…
Is she peeved? She looks somehow let down…
Splendid lactating breasts,
On display for his guests,
In her new, rather low-cut (wet?) gown.
At the club
How damn long can she take to disrobe?
And for christ-bloody-sake, why the strobe?
Come on! Show us your tits!
To not get the damn shits,
One must needs have the patience of Job!
Living the dream
Fucking’s better than porn, like, more real,
Though wives don’t shout “fuck me” and squeal,
And hookers look bored…
Like this woman.. Good lord!
What, if anything does this whore feel?
Synchronicity
As she sucked him, her pretty tits wobbled.
Her nipple rings jiggled and bobbled.
The harder he poked,
Though she gurgled and choked,
Still, the deeper and faster she gobbled!
The vulgar fraction
“Let me tell you this much, bud, for free…
We both just want a fuck… you agree?
Problem solved,” she said, “but…
I ain’t just some cheap slut!
Well, not cheap. It’s about, like, degree.”
To be clear…
“Would I sleep with you? Let’s be succinct…
Would I fuck you?” she said, and she winked…
“Yes! But no counting sheep…
An intuitive leap…
Fucking, sleeping… two things quite distinct!
As luck would have it
She said “Don’t get me wrong, mister, but…
If you’re out on the prowl for a slut,
Then no need to look far…
As sluts go, I’m a star!
And of sluts, in this town, there’s a glut.