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Yo-yo

Her pristine reputation besmirched,
She gyrated and yo-yoed and lurched,
To her poor father’s shock,
As she rode on the cock
Of the boy upon whom she was perched.

For pity’s sake

The young whore was surprisingly pretty.
She smiled, flashed him one little titty.
He almost walked by,
But then stopped with a sigh…
Not to fuck her would be such a pity!

Highfalutin

If she wasn’t so damn highfalutin,
A bit more straight talkin’, straight shootin’,
A fella might think,
Why not buy her a drink,
Then get down to some down to earth rootin’?

Moving on

The damn bitch! Mean and nasty! Cold-hearted!
He’d loved her, of course, when it started.
It didn’t last long,
Though he’d done nothing wrong…
Just that time, when they fucked, and he farted.

The slippery slope

Sixteen, making out, slippery-sloping,
Tongue kissing, cock-gripping, groping…
It seems like he might
Try to fuck her tonight,
She thinks, rubbing him, wishing and hoping!

Rite of passage

She climbs in through the window, heart leaping,
Her parents, she’s praying, still sleeping…
Soft giggle, a grunt,
The sill pressed on her cunt,
From which somebody’s semen is seeping.

Oh Christmas tree

Bloody Christmas Eve night, of all nights!
Naked, tied up with damn twinkling lights!
Frosted hair, frosted thatch,
Candy cane up her snatch…
Silly season has just reached new heights!

How, she still doesn’t quite understand,
Does she find herself candles in hand,
Bloody star on her head,
Tinsel, silver, green, red…
And her feet in a bucket of sand?

“Want to do something special?” he’d said.
She’d said “Sure.” But look where it’s led!
Now he’s pulled out the stick,
And his candy-striped dick’s
Being pushed up her pussy instead!

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