Enough

“We’ll get married one day”… the old lie,
She thought, wiping herself, with a sigh.
Still, the sex was okay…
Quite enough, in a way…
And he loved her, he said… pigs might fly!

Sore loser

She likes sex, but she might like it more,
If the men didn’t call her a whore…
And, like, make her do stuff
Kinda dirty and rough,
And her arse and her pussy get sore.

The commute

“I’d slept in… late for work… I was rushing…
No panties… no time!” she said, blushing.
“God! How to explain?
This cute guy on the train…
I got so hot, my pussy was gushing!”

Lateral thinking

When he came she said “Yuk!” and “Ah phooey!
This stuff is gross! Fishy and gooey…
Don’t go for the taste…
It would go less to waste
Bacon-flavoured maybe, and more chewy.

Acquiescence

It would seem he would not be denied,
She’d refused, at least, anyway, tried…
And that being the case,
She thought, where’s the disgrace?
“If you must, then you may, sir,” she sighed.

Bad joke

She thought “This is a bit of a drag!”
Yes, she’d gone out to look for a shag,
And went home with this bloke,
Is he playing a joke?
I mean… what’s with the handcuffs and gag?

Gargantuan

The man fucks like some ravening beast!
She’s main course at his decadent feast…
But great fun, strange to say,
She thinks… in its own way…
And he has a big penis at least.