When a woman is called well endowed,
She has something of which to be proud,
Or two things, and as such,
She should flaunt them as much
As, by decency’s bounds, is allowed.
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The glow
Though she knew she was damned, and a sinner,
She just couldn’t find it within her,
Or rather, she could,
And by God, it felt good!
A warm glow bathed her, outer and inner.
The voice of choice
In her orgasm’s ecstatic throes,
Every woman, within herself, knows,
When his semen is spilled,
That she’ll feel fulfilled,
That to do this was something she chose.
The swirl of the dance
She was lost in the swirl of the dance,
In a rhythmical, romantic trance,
But the man, you could tell,
Wasn’t under the spell,
He just yearned to get into her pants.
Morality
It’s a curious concept, fidelity,
Strange philosophic duality,
Being untrue,
Screwing somebody new,
Is to face and deny one’s mortality.
Life goes on
Women too have their sexual drives,
Even overworked mothers and wives,
Who in bed, late at night,
Become things of delight:
Thus mankind sputters on and survives.
Her bosom
Her soft bosom was warm and commodious,
Farts even sweet and melodious:
Lie in her arms
And all other girls’ charms
Became dull… but comparison’s odious.
Prenuptial
Giving in to her earnest betrothed,
She lay down with him, flushed and unclothed,
But his fevered caress,
And the sweat and the mess,
Made her think sex a thing to be loathed.
Old time religion
The old bishops of Rome once exhorted
That heretics had to be slaughtered,
Flayed, burnt at the stake,
(Though sometimes by mistake),
Jews and Protestants hung, drawn and quartered.
Up in the hills
All those redneck folks up in the hills,
Drinking moonshine and watching their stills,
Screw their siblings and cousins,
Have kids by the dozens
Shoot critters and fight, for cheap thrills.