As she said to that man, Dr Freud,
She found sex, which at first she’d enjoyed,
Indeed, quite to excess,
Now, she had to confess,
Left her feeling just vaguely annoyed.
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The existential nature of sex
Now the time came he always most hated;
He’d fucked her, his penis deflated.
He’d get hard again,
Fuck some more, but till then,
What to do with her now, while he waited?
A long night
A long night. She’d got pretty much pickled,
Kissed someone whose beard had tickled.
Woke up in bad shape,
With her pussy agape,
From which somebody’s semen still trickled.
Serial monogamy
Not a tart, but a slut still, essentially,
(Liked a good fuck, confidentially!)
Lovers to burn,
But loved each one in turn;
Rooting one then another, sequentially.
Counting her blessings
Naked mostly, both off and onstage,
Body still pretty good for her age;
Though the wrong side of thirty,
Still randy and flirty.
Booze, tips, tricks, why work for a wage?
Teacher’s pet
Teacher’s pet, damn Lolita, Head’s tart,
Stroked his cock, brought her mouth to said part;
Not hard yet, wait a while,
She thought, flashing her smile;
She’ll just give him a little head-start!
As soon be hung for a sheep as a lamb
He’d undone every last lace and button,
In haste, quite the sexual glutton!
Her dress fell away;
Naked flesh on display …
Lovely wench! She’d been lamb dressed as mutton!
Wrong place, wrong time
They’ve been rooting for almost two weeks.
He tries anal. “No way, man!” she shrieks.
“Ain’t it just self-explanatory?
Butt-fucks ain’t sanitary!
Right? Then your damn asshole leaks!”
Growing pains
In her own mind, at least, all grown up;
Boys, sex, booze, got it pretty sewn up.
Sneaking out late at night,
Folks don’t know. Or they might.
Any case though, she’ll never own up.
Throwback
He preferred women bushily muffed.
She was bald-pussied, barely a tuft.
“Real women don’t shave,”
He grumped… “Back in your cave,
You neanderthal arsehole!” she huffed.