A downright unforgivable slur,
The suggestion that slut might be her,
Who’d consorted with lords,
Once, when treading the boards!
Married now, rich! And what if it were?
Category: PG
Parental guidance recommended
Understood
To think of the men she’s been under;
The bluster and storm, blood and thunder…
So fucking absurd!
That she lately preferred
A nice woman, well, small bloody wonder!
Different strokes
Whereas English girls like it romantic,
The other side of the Atlantic,
The making of love
Is all grunt, push and shove;
Rather vulgar, and loud, and too frantic.
Pussy aesthetic
Pussy lips with her nectar bedewed,
Pearly, glinting, rosaceously hued,
Pouting, softly agape,
Orchid-petalled in shape,
Musky scent… To say more would be rude!
The gift-horse’s mouth
“I’ve had lovers,” she said. “Quite a few!
Though my great love’s been long overdue,
Now I’ve found my soul-mate,
(And the sex is just great),
But, oh God! Did it have to be you?”
In an ivory tower
The poor chap, just a wee bit fanatical
Spent his entire sabbatical,
Working to show
A girl’s yes might mean no,
Or else, maybe, the nuance grammatical.
Spot check
Her young breasts, full and firm, and hard-nippled,
Her tight buttocks twitched, tensed and rippled.
White skin, her red hair …
Was it this made him stare,
Or the freckles with which she was stippled?
The lie of the land
Well, a woman would have to be blind …
She’d known fellows before of his kind!
He’d seduce her, perhaps,
As had various chaps,
Which she’d found that she didn’t much mind!
The impotence of prayer
Women pray to their various gods,
Pious whispers and gestures and nods.
If their gods only knew
The lewd things they then do,
They’d be damned, but then, what are the odds?
The unspeakable
A small sin, just a slight moral lapse,
A small act of rebellion perhaps.
She’d kissed … never mind who,
And gone down on him too,
And quite possibly (fill in the gaps).