Lassitude

Protestations of love, disingenuous…
Arguments, logic… so tenuous…
Still disinclined,
She said “Please, do you mind…
Let’s not fuck… Perhaps something less strenuous?”

Local lass

God and stuff, things reputedly holy,
She didn’t believe in, not wholly.
She liked booze, the pub,
Footy games, and the club,
And one Saturday night fucked the goalie!

Tears

Tears flow… she refuses to scream…
His idea of love is extreme…
And her own. Sex and pain,
So entwined in her brain…
Like a vivid, erotic bad dream!