He kept saying he loved her. She pouted,
And said, if he did which she doubted,
She’d never have known it,
The way that he’d shown it,
And sex, too, not all it was touted.
Category: AO
Adults only
Reputation
A good girl, or at least so reputed,,
At times, though, it seems, when it suited,
She’d ditch her ideals,
Put on her high heels,
And go out and get herself rooted!
The disconnect
“Want a root?” he asked. Rather succinct.
She’d thought love and sex pleasantly linked,
But not so, it would seem;
The brute act and the dream
Not divorced, but yet sadly distinct.
Regret
Later on, she would find herself rueing
Her coyness, the billing and cooing,
And wish, ever so,
That she’d quit saying no,
Just said yes, and got on then with screwing!
Hustled
Naked, giggling, affected by drink,
On the pool table! “What do you think?”
Said the guy with the cue.
“What’s a fella to do?
Which to pot first? The brown or the pink?”
False surmise
From the way that she’d rolled up her eyes,
And her sighs as he fondled her thighs,
She was ready to go,
So the fact she said no
Was a bit of an awkward surprise!
Altruism
“Look,” she said. “Please excuse my profanity…
Whom you fuck comes down to vanity.
Never mind who…
Fuck the ugly ones too…
For the overall good of humanity!”
Wedding breakfast
She’d had certain misgivings, quite rightly,
But woke up next day bright and sprightly,
Cooked bacon and eggs,
On her rubbery legs;
A tight squeeze, but it’s best to fit tightly!
Bending to his will
Vile deception, with wicked intent!
She’d agreed, (but her words had been bent),
To his putting it in,
Quite enthused, to begin,
Although not in the hole where it went!
Angels on the head of a pin
The discussion became esoteric;
“The term virgin,” shouted one cleric,
“Still does not preclude
That she might yet be screwed
In ways other than fucking generic!”