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?
Catch a falling star
He resembled somebody quite eerily,
(Much as she saw him just blearily).
Famous or not,
He was pretty damn hot!
“Want a fuck?” (Just in case), she said cheerily.
Laissez faire
“Yeah”, she said, yawning, not much enthused.
”If you want.” God! One might be excused
For not bothering then,
But still, as would most men,
He thought “Fuck! Well she hasn’t refused!”
Ennui
Slightly drunk. half-undressed, she reclined.
He suggested a root. She declined,
Not from meanness or spite,
But then said “Oh, alright”,
Out of boredom, or just to be kind.
She could feel it in her waters
“It was thisss long, and thick as my wrist!
I said OK then, if you insist!”
She exclaimed with a grin.
“I got most of it in,
But it hurt for a week when I pissed!”
A bit Irish
“Put yer panties back on, ya big sook!
Ain’t no harm in just havin’ a look!”
He said. “I showed ya mine!
Ya don’t want a root? Fine!
Fook off then! I don’t give a damn fook!”
Golf widow
A golf widow, a bit of a nutter,
Thought “Fuck him! I’ll fuck with his putter!”
She stole it that night,
And took wicked delight,
Getting off on it, greased with some butter!
Beard rash
Though he knows that her pleasure would double,
To lick her cunt seems too much trouble.
God knows, he’s well hung!
Why risk cramp of the tongue,
And a rash from her damn pussy stubble?
In depth analysis
A bit emo, a screamer and weeper,
But still, as fucks go, she’s a keeper!
Despite all the noise,
You can tell she enjoys
Being slammed into harder and deeper!
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).