Strung along for six years by Ralph,
Betty thought, fuck him! Left on the shelf!
Well, the bastard, all said,
Was dead hopeless in bed…
She’d keep on getting off by herself!
Empire
Women, black, brown, all colours and creeds,
Said the captain, would serve a man’s needs.
Well, what else were they for?
Sluts, or spoils of war,
Or else bought for some trinkets and beads.
Thrice blessed
Eyes that smoulder, her lips taste like spice.
They embrace, and she strips in a trice.
Perfect arse, perfect tits,
His cock seamlessly fits
In her pussy, which grips like a vise!
Tiptoe through the two lips
Finger painting, or flicking the bean,
Muffin buffin’, you know what I mean?
You can frap, you can shlick,
What a shame you can’t lick!
So deliciously lewd and unclean!
The gambler’s girl
Disinherited, fallen from grace;
Did she care, in his hungry embrace?
Though he gambled and drank,
All she craved, to be frank,
In her hole… well it wasn’t his ace!
Personal space
He invaded her personal space…
Had she minded, which wasn’t the case,
She’d have certainly said…
What got into her head?
Well not quite, though it was in her face!
One of life’s little mysteries
As she drank more her vision grew blearier.
Soon she got suddenly wearier.
Naked! How? When?
Who were all those strange men?
Though great fun, it could not have been eerier.
Sexual hygiene
Fungi, viruses, prions, bacteria,
Cunts are a germ cafeteria!
Look, but don’t touch!
Just jerk off or some such,
While you stare at its tempting exterior.
Blind-sided
He’d considered his marriage robust,
Was appalled as he watched it go bust;
All the tears and fights,
His wife going out nights,
Dressed to show off her lovely low bust!
Not a good look
Though she didn’t throw up (only just),
Her self pity and guilt and disgust
Were made worse by the mess
His cum made of her dress,
Now dried out to a silvery crust!