“You’re a man, for whatever that’s worth,
Of which lately there’s been quite a dearth,
And a woman has needs,
Which a wise woman heeds,”
She said, cause, as they fucked, for great mirth!
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No quitter
She’d imagined sex might be more splendid.
In fact, she was glad when it ended.
She’d do it again,
Though, with different men,
Just as soon as her pussy had mended.
Misfit
Susan didn’t conform to the norm
Of the girls in her class or her dorm…
But one girl… skin so white…
In whose bed, late at night,
They would kiss and make love, to keep warm.
Getting laity
Once religious, she’d lately recanted.
“You’ll burn in hell, girl!” the priest ranted.
A guy that she knew
Then agreed to a screw;
“Good, that’s out of the way too,” she panted.
Truth hurts
Though she’d thought his boast rather far-fetched,
The grim truth on her face was now etched,
As she grimaced and swore,
As he gained an inch more,
As her pussy was yet further stretched!
A rose by any other name
Though to make love does sound more romantic,
Not wishing to to seem too pedantic,
To fuck, root or screw
Is as much fun to do,
And the difference only semantic!
Brazen
He bit hard on her poor sunburnt titty,
Ignored that her pussy was gritty;
Right there, on the beach,
He sucked both, he bit each,
And he sank in his prick without pity!
Free will or determinism?
They not so much made love as collided;
Their fates must have just coincided!
True love? A mad fling?
Just a physical thing?
When they fucked she still hadn’t decided!
Modern living
First they fucked tangled up in her sheet,
Then again, without missing a beat,
Pussy, mouth, cunt some more,
On the bed, on the floor,
And he shot his load in her ensuite!
Suspended animation
A young lady he’d lately befriended,
Trussed, naked, now dangled, suspended,
Pink holes on display;
He could do what he may,
And pay later for services rendered.