A bit daft, poor girl, somewhat impaired,
Cursed with beauty, she wouldn’t be spared.
“Come on, play my new game!”
He urged, much to his shame,
Not as if, though, in fact, that he cared!
Author: pete
In for a penny
“Eek!” she cried, the poor girl, disconcerted.
Apart from it seeming perverted,
(She pushed that aside),
She just couldn’t decide,
Should she swallow or not, now he’d squirted?
Screen test
So damn horny, her thinking disordered,
Although the whole thing was quite sordid,
She just didn’t care
Who put what, when or where,
Even if it was being recorded!
Her reputation precedes her
She’s a slut, well, according to fable,
Can drink a man under the table!
What’s more, by repute,
She’s a fabulous root,
So he’s hoping she’ll be true to label!
A grey area
“Want a fuck?” he says. “Yeah. In your dreams!”
Then he squeezes her tits, and she screams!
So, of course, he lets go.
Did she mean like “yeah, no”?
More like, maybe, just no. So it seems.
Indifference
So, she’s naked, tied up, for a dare…
And he’s rooted her! That wasn’t fair.
Now he’s called up his friends,
(You can guess how this ends),
“Fuck!” she says. “Do I look like I care?”
Inciting to riot
Cheeky bitch! She like started a brawl,
Only jist old enough, and still small!
Sayin’ “How ’bout a screw?
Maybe startin’ with you…
Heck! There’s plenty damn pussy fer y’all!”
Job satisfaction
“I love fucking!” she said, with a smirk.
“Kinda job a gal don’t wanna shirk!
Gettin’ paid just to root,
And free whisky to boot!
Shit, it ain’t what I’d really call work!”
The warp and the weft
She weaved tapestries, sang, played the lute,
But her husband-to-be, the damn brute,
Had requested her hand
To get hold of her land,
And then lock in a tower and root!
Virginity is like a bubble
The champagne was delicious and fizzy!
She giggled a lot, and felt dizzy,
Succumbed to his charms
And fell into his arms,
To wake up, next day, naked and jizzy!