Expiration date

“Gosh!” she thought “Things are looking quite dire…
This rate, I might bloody expire!”
Sweat drenched, out of breath…
“Can you be fucked to death?”
As he slammed it in, harder and higher!”

Fond hope

An air-kiss, and they chastely embraced,
Any hope in his heart much misplaced…
Just the thought of him nude,
Of herself being screwed
Left her filled with the utmost distaste!

Prey

So, she’s there, wearing nothing but socks,
Hand on tits, and a hand on her box..
Young and helpless and small,
With her back to the wall,
In a room full of fuck-hungry jocks.

They agreed this was love, heart to heart…
No more loneliness, being apart…
Just imagine their joy,
A young girl, a young boy…
Not quite fucking, but still, it’s a start!