“Get your hand off my pussy!” she hissed.
“Stop at once! Fuck off! Cease and desist!
Well, alright. If you must…
But you do know, I trust,
I’m at least honour-bound to resist!”
Author: pete
Baptism of fire
She approached sex a bit apprehensively,
Naked, but legs crossed defensively;
Having said yes,
She got fucked nonetheless,
North and south, pussy, mouth, comprehensively!
Hard to please
Though she tried hard to please, did her utmost,
He called her a slut, but what cut most
Was not what he said,
But that though she gave head
And liked sex, he still fancied her butt most!
The procreational urge
For a man, there’s the thrill of the chase;
When she’s caught, though, he must make his case.
Women must have a reason,
Be wooed, be in season!
(Men just need a time and a place).
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Tiger hunting
How one loved to go out on safari;
Tents, jungle, the nights vast and starry,
Astride one’s best horse…
Take a woman, of course;
Strange dark flesh, when one takes off her sari!
The colonialist
He’d seen Bombay, the East and West Indies,
Screwed black girls, and yellow, and Hindis,
All nice, in their way,
Best to root, though, he’d say,
Sultan’s wives, wearing naught but their bindis!
Kiss the cook
How delightful, he thought, to awaken,
Her modesty, long since forsaken,
His naked young wife
(Oh God! This is the life!)
At the stove, cooking fried eggs and bacon!
Mechanisation
As for men, with their lies and their flattery,
Comings and goings so splattery,
Thumping their chests,
Sordid, kinky requests;
Her new sex partner comes with a battery!
Spare the rod, spoil the child
Same old story, sad, commonplace, sordid;
Drunk, rooted, her clothing disordered,
In such sorry state,
When she staggered home, late,
Her dad thrashed her! Thus virtue’s rewarded.
The disgruntled wife
“Dear chap,” she said, “Are you asserting
There’s some sort of harm in my flirting?
Good God! If, by luck,
I perhaps get a fuck,
It’s, at least, thank God, mildly diverting!”