Well, you know… it can be hard to gauge,
In the heat of the moment… the age
Of a girl. (Too damn young?
God! She’s good with her tongue!)
Though you could, perhaps, ask, at some stage.
Outstanding
She was quite justifiably proud
Of the tits with which she’d been endowed;
With a cleavage like that
And nice shoes, the right hat,
Well, a woman stood out in the crowd!
Her last assignation
Her dress carelessly clinging and ragged,
The tipsy whore stumbled and staggered.
Alas, and alack!
In the darkness lurked Jack,
His cock hard, his blade cold, sharp and jagged.
The madam
Just fifteen when she went on the game,
Now she owned her own house of ill fame.
She still screwed the odd john,
Just to be, like, hands-on;
Plus se change, the more ever the same!
A night in
Watchin’ TV, and sharin’ a rug.
Yeah, she gave him a bit of a tug,
Let him cop a good squeeze
Of her titties…but jeez!
Ain’t you done yet? she said, with a shrug.
Popularity
Though she did like the guy more than most,
“Leave no virgin unfucked” was his boast.
A few drinks in some bar,
Then a ride in his car,
Yep, she figured, her pussy was toast!
Reconciliation
When he found out his girlfriend was cheating,
He called her names not worth repeating,
(Okay, bitch and slut.)
He forgave her then, but,
Well, of course, her cute arse took some beating!
The matter in hand
His assault, when it came, was abrupt.
She cried “If I might interrupt…!”
Who’d have guessed? Yet he froze,
One young breast, (why God knows),
In each ham-fisted hand roughly cupped!
The balance of trade
Once seduced and abandoned, betrayed,
She soon turned to the world’s oldest trade.
She did rather well, though,
Dressed up nice… Even so,
It was all a pathetic charade!
For better or worse
Well, he’s certainly unprepossessing,
She thought, while the groom was undressing.
Except for his cock!
The young bride gasped in shock,
And then fainted, poor thing! (A kind blessing!)