The tart’s vulgar words stung like a slap,
Prick so hard, if it bent it might snap,
As he stood there and stared,
Frankly just a bit scared.
“Whatcha waitin’ for, kid? Want a map?”
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Twixt the cup and the lip
Call them labia, pussy lips, flaps
Big or small, mostly kept under wraps,
Yes, they look pretty nice,
Though a hole would suffice,
Window dressing, or garnish, perhaps.
Taking life as it comes
It was dirty and crude, but so thrilling!
No expert, but still she was willing.
His cock down her throat,
Chances pretty remote,
When she swallowed his cum, of none spilling!
The milk of human kindness
In the shadows a strange man was lurking,
His cock hard, hand rubbing and jerking.
“Poor bastard!” Amused,
“A girl might be excused
If she threw him a fuck!” she thought, smirking.
Old friends
They met up for a drink and a chat.
He said “Hi”, gave her fanny a pat.
“How’s your love life?” he said.
She smiled, winked. “A bit dead.
Want a root?” “Yeah, why not?” That was that.
Suffering for art
Overall, the effect was quite pleasing;
Goose bumps, puckered nipples, hands squeezing.
She begged “My tits hurt!
Can I put on my shirt?
Take your photo! This water’s damn freezing!”
Nymphomania
Nymphomania, pleasant affliction!
Unlike the poor girls in bad fiction,
She calls it good luck!
What’s more fun than to fuck?
Fair enough. It defies contradiction.
Coulrophobia
The big top, late at night. Bip the Clown,
Orange hair, big red nose, painted frown,
In a comical rage,
In the big lion cage,
Fucks a drunk, giggling girl from the town.
Moral danger
An unruly girl, bolshy to govern,
She ran wild, drank, fucked, joined a coven;
Drugs, orgies, all that!
Well, she soon had a brat
On each tit, and a bun in the oven!
The fine print
Call me cynical, dull doubting Thomas,
But never believe a girl’s promise
Of faithfulness, love;
Sex and stealth, hand in glove!
While they fuck us they keep themselves from us!