“Please come in!” he says, strangely emphatic.
“Thanks so much!” she says, automatic.
If only she knew
The vile things that he’d do
To her, later that night, in his attic!
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Adults only
Sisterhood
Could the new novice be an imposter?
The sisters, who’ve made up a roster,
To lie with her , say
She’s a slut, doesn’t pray,
Not so much as a damn Pater Noster!
It’s a jungle out there
Bloody Tarzan! thought Jane, with a scowl.
Bloody chest-thumping, silly damn howl!
Still, he saved me, I guess,
And I have to confess,
He’s a great root, although he smells foul!
Curlicues
Those things dangling from pussies. Lips? Flaps?
Did God make them from leftover scraps?
What on earth are they for?
Silly frills, nothing more?
Or to keep out small creatures, perhaps?
Something askew
A good-time girl, not one to eschew
A few drinks, an anonymous screw,
Although many a night,
When she got home, she might
Lack her panties, perhaps, or one shoe.
Reasonable doubt
The strange thing about dating a twin
Is that even nude, just in his skin,
She can’t swear under oath
Which one (possibly both)
Has been been fucking her, even once in!
As one does
She was well bred, and plummy of vowel.
“Should one let him roger one’s bowel?”
She mused. “Between us,
Is it worth all the fuss?
Let him bugger one. Throw in the towel!”
Plum in her mouth
Just at home, but her accent still plummy,
At breakfast she said “You know, Mummy,
I know we discussed
Sex and all that. It’s just …
Well, you never said semen’s so yummy!”
The direct approach
She was curvy and pretty, big-breasted.
“Nice tits! Want a root?” he suggested.
“You’re pretty well hung,”
She said. “Show me your tongue…
Yeah… Go down on me first,” she requested.
The id and the ego
She’d been used like a slut, hurt, disgraced.
She recalled it with lust, yet distaste,
But she’d do it again,
Which, as Freud would explain,
Masturbation, of course, just displaced.