She’d backslid, been corrupted and strayed;
She’d gone out and got drunk and got laid,
And it felt so damn good,
That whenever she could,
She backslid more and more, I’m afraid!
Author: pete
A time of reflection
In the church, as she kneels and prays
And reflects on her sins, her mind strays,
To the things she did then,
Longs to do once again,
Which her dripping wet pussy betrays!
Unholy virgin
To die virgin! Was that then her doom,
All unloved and untouched, barren womb?
Well, if so, then life sucked!
No, she’d get herself fucked,
Not concerned, well, not very, by whom!
Inscrutablity
International carnal relations,
At least in the east Asian nations,
At times involve tricks
With those damn little sticks
And consumption of uncooked crustaceans!
Animal husbandry
Quite a loner, it seemed, a recluse;
Just him, out on the farm, with his ewes,
Of whom one he was fond,
Brown-eyed, platinum blonde,
As one might, were a man in his shoes!
The other woman
Married, kids and a mortgage, I’m guessing,
She thought to herself, while undressing.
He loves me, of course,
But enough to divorce?
Being beautiful’s such a mixed blessing!
Opportunity cost
Although quickies weren’t much to his taste,
What a difficult choice he now faced;
A fuck, brief and intense,
Seemed like just common sense.
To not root her would be such a waste!
Drone
Her new chastity belt has two holes,
And a range of electrical poles,
Interchangeable cocks
With snap-fastening locks,
Which her husband remotely controls!
Bumping bellies
Belly dancing’s a curious thing;
Tassels, veils, a few bits of string,
A provocative dance
Done without any pants,
Trading favours for baubles and bling.
Rush hour
For some reason she couldn’t explain,
She was horny. Resistance was vain!
She’d come twice with her hand …
Would that man understand,
And just root her, right there on the train?