Maybelline lets the boys have a poke,
For a six pack of beer, a toke,
Or a ride in their truck …
Hell, she’ll give ’em a fuck
For a burger maybe and a coke!
Speaking with tongues
“Cunnilingus,” she thought, as she knelt.
Sister Mary knew how it was spelt,
Even how it was done.
Not too bad, for a nun.
She just wished that she knew how it felt!
Softcore
She tried hard, underneath and on top,
But the fuck was a bit of a flop;
His damn cock was so soft,
If she laughed or she coughed,
It fell out of her cunt with a plop!
Imperfect memory
To the best of her vague recollection,
He had a strange, crooked erection;
A curious bend
And a big bulbous end,
Which had tasted odd, too, on reflection.
The company she keeps
Though perhaps a bit strong to assert
That the woman’s a slut, or a flirt,
Still, she’s someone with whom,
If alone in a room,
A quick fuck would be hard to avert.
Putting it briefly
Her seducer, the cause of her grief,
Came and went in the night like a thief…
Bloody lecherous beast!
Still, the fuck was, at least,
Fairly painless and blessedly brief.
Social inadequacy
The poor tearful girl said “Oh crumbs!
Giving hand jobs I’m simply all thumbs!
I don’t mind giving head,
But I do have this dread,
I might vomit, perhaps, when he comes!”
Double trouble
The poor girl had been terribly wronged;
She’d said put it back where it belonged,
And then in walked his twin,
With a lecherous grin;
The attack, when it came, was two-pronged!
Bad to worse
This, it seemed was her fate, or her curse:
To be loved by a man who’s perverse;
Making love, (though he pays),
In unnatural ways,
Or not rooting at all, so much worse!
Better to have loved and lost
To just fuck her and leave did seem callous,
Not done though, she thought, out of malice.
The man was a brute,
But it was a good root!
All her girlfriends were terribly jealous.