Since she’d got over God, thoughts of hell,
She found life much more fun, truth to tell;
She’d go out, get a skinful,
Come over all sinful,
And get herself rooted, as well!
Author: pete
Pen-friend
“Dear Sir,” she wrote. “Although unruly,
Your conduct did not hurt unduly.
In fact, on reflection,
Your massive erection
Quite thrilled me! Fond wishes, Yours Truly”
Ladette
Not a tart, just a bloody good sport!
Not a slut… something, though, of that sort.
She just loves a good root…
So the question is moot.
She’s like one of the lads, like, he thought.
Welcome doormat
He went back to her, cheated and lied,
And was welcomed with legs open wide.
Just a slut, to be lenient,
Bloody convenient
Though, for a bit on the side!
Fourplay
Naked, down on the floor, on all fours,
She said “Don’t think that girls are all whores,
But, look, just for tonight,
You can have me, alright?
Fuck me! Do what you like! I’m all yours!”
Animal magnetism
“What a hairy brute! Breath bloody foul!”
She thought, wary, suppressing a scowl.
A bit strange, by repute,
But a bloody good root…
As he came, with a lycanthrope howl!
Respectability
To maintain, or seem to, self-respect,
She did hesitate, vaguely object,
But stripped off like a shot,
Gave him head, the whole lot,
So quite fancied a fuck, I suspect!
Plied and pliable
Plied with sherry, she started to totter.
She felt inexplicably hotter,
Began to undress.
She may well have said yes,
Perhaps not, if he’d asked her, the rotter!
Heat
In the tropics, girls’ pussies are humid,
Men’s cocks dangle heavy and tumid;
Folks fuck day and night,
(Perhaps not, if they’re white),
At least so it’s reliably rumoured!
Daddy dearest
Hurt and scandalised, weeping, she trembled,
Her clothing, at least, reassembled.
Dad said “Sorry, chum,
I thought you were your mum,”
Who, in fairness, she rather resembled.