Subtext

“Fuckin fuck off!” she said, mean and vicious.
“Quite right,” he thought. “Bein’ suspicious.”
He’d get in her pants
If he got half a chance…
And by God, she’d be bloody delicious!

Maestro

Her breasts lolled underneath the white satin…
His cock, though, refused still to fatten…
So what? He still fucked her,
That sly old conductor,
With swoops, twirls and thrusts of his baton!

Surprise!

When they grabbed her, she let out a screech.
“God! Those tits!” said one. “Ain’t she a peach?”
“Fuck! You gave me a fright!
There’s, like, three of yers, right?”
She laughed. “Perfect! Like, that’s a hole each!”