No, she thought, men are not to be trusted,
Disheartened, dismayed and disgusted,
The fuck’s bad enough,
Let alone the vile stuff,
With which most of her clothes was encrusted.
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Maybe some other time
He might be, as the girl said, a wimp,
But the sight of her sinister pimp,
Though he’d fancied a root,
(God! The size of the brute!)
Left him shaking all over and limp.
Wild West 10
Around noon, from the shade where he’d idled,
He roused himself, pissed, spat and sidled
Along to the bar,
Where the young fillies are,
That a man can ride bareback, unbridled!
Beneath her dignity
In mid-pee, the damn fellow intruded;
She found herself swiftly denuded,
Degraded, exposed,
She could scream she supposed,
But which dignity rather precluded.
The name of the game
They discovered by plain curiosity
Sexualised reciprocity;
Just kids at play,
Till he fucked her one day,
Though she bore him, still, no animosity.
Swap-meet
The whole double-date thing was a flop;
When they’d fucked, and had ground to a stop,
She rolled over in bed,
To her girlfriend, and said
“This one’s boring. How’s yours? Wanna swap?”
Always carry a handkerchief
Just some bloke at the pub, cute and lanky;
To do what she’d done did seem skanky,
But life’s too damn short!
No regrets then, she thought,
As she wiped off his cum with her hanky.
Coming of age
Birthday lunch at the Ritz, very pleasant!
“More champagne, my girl? How’s your pheasant?”
Her rich uncle paid.
“Sixteen… Time you got laid…
And no time, dear girl, like the present!”
The digital age
He’d gone down on her, had a good lick,
Worked four fingers in, pretty neat trick!
When he stuck in his toe,
“Must you pussyfoot so?”
She exclaimed. “Do you not have a prick?”
School days
Schoolgirls, giggling and flirting in hallways.
Their crushes last weeks, not for always.
Not love, the boys know;
They make up for it though,
Giving head and in other such small ways.