Though she might have more extras to sell you,
Whatever sweet lies she may tell you,
You’re only a john;
You’ll be in, out and gone,
And an up-and-down root’s still good value.
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Excelsior
He loved watching her shake and perspire;
The posture was making her tire.
With each stroke, he swore,
He drove in a bit more;
With each thrust, he was taking her higher!
User pays
Any way that men twisted and bent her,
To get at the hole in her centre,
Was okay, she said,
Just as long as they read
Her tattoo, which said “Pay as you enter”.
What's not to like
“Did you like that?” she said, with a grin,
Gobs of semen still dripped from her chin.
Well, of course, he said yes,
As she slipped off her dress,
Out of which she was, more so than in.
Come together…over me
Clad in just her sweat, latex or leather,
It wasn’t a question of whether
She’d come, or with whom,
Or with what in her womb,
But of timing, to both come together!
Lonely at the top
At her trade, she’d about reached the pinnacle,
Pretty, but cold, hard and cynical;
Talented, true,
But she tended to screw
In a way that seemed sterile and clinical.
His pound of flesh
Pretty, headstrong, and apt to be rash,
For a fee, she’d adapt to the lash.
A sore bum, a fat purse;
It could well have been worse,
And she was, so to say, strapped for cash.
Rubbed out
She found out, still a child, in the tub,
That her clitoris felt nice to rub,
Which she did all her life,
Mistress, mother and wife;
Now it’s pretty much worn to a stub.
Something in the air
He drew near her, catching a whiff
Of her muskiness, wondering if
She, as randy as he,
Wanted him, and if she
Had yet noticed his cock getting stiff.
Comings and goings
She used often have men come to visit,
Who spoke of her charms as exquisite.
She made love in ways
Meant to thrill and amaze;
That they came, then, is no surprise, is it?