He was big, he was handsome and strong.
Though she knew that to root him was wrong,
She just knew that she would,
Though she tried to be good,
Poor sweet virgin, alas! (Not for long!)
Category: AO
Adults only
Modern ethos
She smokes dope, she’s a bit of a boozer,
But not, like, a regular user.
She hangs mostly with guys;
They root sometimes. Surprise!
Just for fun. She’s not some kind of loser!
The rake’s progress
With the dissolute ways he’d espoused,
He dressed rakishly, gambled, caroused.
He’d squeeze tits, pat and rub
Wenches’ cunts at the pub;
Codpiece bulging the more, when aroused!
Pert
In polite terms, folk said she was pert;
She was impish and saucy, a flirt,
Bodice bursting its laces,
She loved the men’s faces
The stains on their pants when they’d squirt!
Circa 1960
She dropped in for a neighbourly chat,
Brought an apple pie too! Fancy that!
Such the nice thing to do…
So he gave her a screw,
On the floor, by the door, on the mat!
Highs and lows
In a doorway, behind a closed shop,
They smoked dope, he unfastened her top.
They were horny and high;
She had sex with the guy.
Well, he fucked her. She didn’t say stop!
Flirting with danger
Boys and girls, in their hormonal teens,
Know what flirting and dirty talk means;
A girl wiggles her arse,
Soon she’s down on the grass,
A boy’s hand down the front of her jeans!
Tired and emotional
When she drinks, she gets maudlin and weepy,
And lonely, and horny, and sleepy.
She has a good cry,
Then has sex with some guy;
When she comes, she cries more! Kinda creepy!
Private party
Tired, sore, bruised, her private parts battered,
She nonetheless felt sort of flattered.
Just think! All those guys!
From her thighs to her eyes,
By their various semens bespattered!
The daily grind
She puts up with his grunting and sweating,
Not helping so much as just letting;
She’s bored, and it shows,
Since she already knows
The whole fuck will be well worth forgetting.