Where there’s smoke

His lewd threats… her own damn silly fault,
Taken all with a large grain of salt…
Understandable, still…
It does seem the man will
Bloody rape her, it dawns with a jolt!

Brute

She, in retrospect, must have been blind,
Not to see that he’d be so unkind…
To resort to brute force!
Sort of rape… well of course…
But quite fun, of a curious kind.

Love and marriage

“Love and marriage, so terribly kitsch!”
She said. “Look, you can call me a bitch,
But I’ll just try my luck,
Till I find World’s Best Fuck…
Who might hopefully, also be rich!”

At the club

How damn long can she take to disrobe?
And for christ-bloody-sake, why the strobe?
Come on! Show us your tits!
To not get the damn shits,
One must needs have the patience of Job!

The vulgar fraction

“Let me tell you this much, bud, for free…
We both just want a fuck… you agree?
Problem solved,” she said, “but…
I ain’t just some cheap slut!
Well, not cheap. It’s about, like, degree.”