He was painting a modern nativity;
Naked, as was his proclivity,
Preoccupied,
It could not be denied,
By his model’s breasts’ plunging declivity!
Author: pete
Monster
His cock bent, it was gnarled, a monstrosity!
Sex had a certain ferocity,
Hell of a ride!
Still, the fuck satisfied
The girl’s prurient, sick curiosity.
Power, the ultimate aphrodisiac
With the politics she was espousing
Came passion, adventure, carousing,
Moustachioed men
Guns and bombs, now and then;
Sex and danger, so bloody arousing!
Ants in her pants
Getting picked up in pubs can be chancy,
But sometimes a girl gets so antsy,
Risks, benefits weighed,
She’ll go get herself laid,
By whatever damn jock she might fancy.
Without benefit of clergy
When he fucked her, she got quite enraged,
But her guilt pangs were somewhat asuaged,
Lying there in his bed,
Yes, he loved her, he said.
“Good!” she said. “Does this mean we’re engaged?”
History repeats itself
His true motive, at last, was revealed!
She vowed, though, this time she’d not yield,
Not like once before!
She’d get up off the floor,
Where she, naked and giggling, now kneeled.
Moving on
It was something she couldn’t prevent.
In the end, though, how much had it meant?
She’d had sex with some guy
She’d forget, by and by;
Just a fuck, a small, dull non-event!
Fifteen minutes of fame
She was quite justifiably bitter;
“Six times! Wow! This girl ain’t no quitter!”
He’d typed, and hit “send”.
Her fuck-buddy! Her friend!
Now her pussy was trending on Twitter!
Cold feet
“Hello, big boy!” she said with a wink.
Her gruff voice made him stop, though, and think;
Adam’s apple, square jaw,
Not your regular whore!
He kept walking, and felt his cock shrink!
Self-doubt
Did the things she imagined occur?
Dreams or flashbacks? Last night was a blur!
But her tits… sore and bruised!
From her pussy there oozed…
Could that woman who did this be her?