One more cock? she thought, pussy awash.
She’d make room, though a bit of a squash!
They could take turns behind,
If the rest didn’t mind
All the squelching and dribbling and slosh!
Keep it simple
Sex as sacrament; rather mundane.
Leave out God, and embrace the profane.
Basic animal lust!
Invoke love, if you must,
But enjoy the fuck, don’t tax your brain!
Vanilla
Sex became, after time, just robotic,
Dull, humdrum, not vaguely erotic.
He seemed not too care.
How she longed … did she dare …
To do something outrageous, exotic!
It’s those big eyes!
In the desert there’s little to trammel
One’s love for a beautiful camel;
Who cares, wrong or right,
So why go cold at night
For the lack of a warm-blooded mammal.
Not dying not knowing
He should ask for a fuck, it made sense,
Though she might well, of course, take offence,
But he might just get laid,
For what difference that made
In the overall tide of events.
The matter in hand
He decided he’d simply persist;
Buy her presents, perhaps get her pissed.
He imagined his cock
Getting hard as a rock
In the grip of her pretty young fist!
Beads and trinkets
For a necklace, some such gaudy trinket,
She might … but no! Don’t even think it!
To suck’s bad enough,
But to swallow the stuff!
In a wine glass… would anyone drink it?
The social graces
Where on earth would a woman have got
Had she not learned to flirt and gavotte,
(And be damn good in bed)?
Better to, as she said,
Be a ‘have’ than a bloody ‘have-not’!
One track mind
“All you men have a damn one track mind!”
She complained. “True,” he said, “but I find
Women think of sex too;
I’d be up for a screw,
If perchance you were that way inclined!”
Good, wholesome fun
This way, that way, for over an hour,
Her sweat mixed with butter and flour,
And oil, and eggs,
Semen too, down her legs.
Should they eat now, or after a shower?