She woke, naked, and covered with goo,
Squirted, splattered by goodness knows who,
On a damp, smelly bed,
Squishy pussy, sore head,
And thought “God! What on earth did I do?”
Virtue and necessity
Poor young wench, captive, raped, god-forsaken,
Home burned by barbarians, taken
Away on their ship,
(Her first overseas trip),
Unaccountably awed, though quite shaken.
Heaven and earth
Poor young lass, sorely used by the preacher,
In ways lewd and sinful, vile creature,
God’s servant indeed!
Saggy-bellied, weak-kneed,
And so unprepossessing of feature!
Dutch courage
“So,” she said, with a nudge and a wink,
“Saucy maids? Handcuffs? Whips? What’s your kink?”
“Fucking girls up the arse!”
“Gosh!” She passed him her glass.
“Then I’d better have one more stiff drink!”
Loyalty
“It was dark, boss. The window was foggy,”
He said, his suit muddy and soggy.
“I’d still bet my life,
Though, the broad was your wife,
An’ buck naked, an’ gettin’ it doggy!”
The blunted sword
“Though I’m not one for casting aspersions”,
She said, “his attempted insertions
Do leave one quite cold!
Poor Sir Ralph’s just too old
For such amorous, sweaty exertions!”
Norks
In that dress, being splendidly norked,
Her tits jiggled and bobbed as she walked.
She thought “Baby, wrong bar!
Should’ve gone with the bra!”
But by then, she’d already been porked!
A grey area
Though he had no defence, still he tried,
Saying “Look, it was hard to decide…
She might not have said yes,
But she hitched up her dress,
So it seemed, somehow, sort of implied.”
The worm in the bud
When they fuck, she moans, groans and pretends.
Could they not just have stayed just good friends?
It’s just sex, but she knows,
Or can only suppose,
It will be that much worse, when it ends.
Upstairs, downstairs
They’d drawn straws, all the maids, for first dibs…
Glassy-eyed, Bess exclaimed “Lord! His Nibs!
I’ve been fucked black and blue!
Near split me in two!
I could feel it right up to me ribs!”