He dressed sharp, he was cool, in the groove.
He strolled up to her, made his best move!
Didn’t score, I’m afraid,
Didn’t get himself laid,
But his chances could only improve!
Author: pete
Pièce de résistance
She’d been partying at the fiesta;
She’d undressed to have a siesta.
She fought and she swore;
It just turned him on more!
Such resistance! A goddamn pièce de!
Carpe diem!
Sore and sorry, she wanted to cry.
He was too big. Her pussy was dry.
The first time’s seldom great;
The boy just wouldn’t wait!
Should they stop? No, she’d much rather die!
Highs and lows
In a doorway, behind a closed shop,
They smoked dope, he unfastened her top.
They were horny and high;
She had sex with the guy.
Well, he fucked her. She didn’t say stop!
Flirting with danger
Boys and girls, in their hormonal teens,
Know what flirting and dirty talk means;
A girl wiggles her arse,
Soon she’s down on the grass,
A boy’s hand down the front of her jeans!
Tired and emotional
When she drinks, she gets maudlin and weepy,
And lonely, and horny, and sleepy.
She has a good cry,
Then has sex with some guy;
When she comes, she cries more! Kinda creepy!
Private party
Tired, sore, bruised, her private parts battered,
She nonetheless felt sort of flattered.
Just think! All those guys!
From her thighs to her eyes,
By their various semens bespattered!
The daily grind
She puts up with his grunting and sweating,
Not helping so much as just letting;
She’s bored, and it shows,
Since she already knows
The whole fuck will be well worth forgetting.
Faith hope and chastity
Damn! She’d broken her chaste vow again!
Even nuns need a fuck, now and then…
Though she did try her best…
(His hand cupped her right breast)
It came down to who, where, how and when!
A little water clears us of this deed
They’d had sex; the guilt drove her insane!
If her mum found out, how to explain?
She stood there, in the shower,
For almost an hour.
The evidence washed down the drain.