What to do? She was flat, stoney broke!
“Get a pimp!” said her friend. Just a joke.
But when down on your luck,
Say two hundred a fuck …
Not too bad, just for rooting some bloke.
Getting her head around it
At the thought that they almost broke up,
She could feel herself sort of choke up.
She rolled over in bed;
Should she give him some head?
Get his cock hard, before he woke up?
Elasticity of demand
“Just push harder!” she murmured, damn sweetly.
“I want that big cock in completely!
You think it won’t fit?
Let me give it more spit,
And I promise it will, very neatly!”
Tactless
The tart’s vulgar words stung like a slap,
Prick so hard, if it bent it might snap,
As he stood there and stared,
Frankly just a bit scared.
“Whatcha waitin’ for, kid? Want a map?”
Twixt the cup and the lip
Call them labia, pussy lips, flaps
Big or small, mostly kept under wraps,
Yes, they look pretty nice,
Though a hole would suffice,
Window dressing, or garnish, perhaps.
Taking life as it comes
It was dirty and crude, but so thrilling!
No expert, but still she was willing.
His cock down her throat,
Chances pretty remote,
When she swallowed his cum, of none spilling!
The milk of human kindness
In the shadows a strange man was lurking,
His cock hard, hand rubbing and jerking.
“Poor bastard!” Amused,
“A girl might be excused
If she threw him a fuck!” she thought, smirking.
Old friends
They met up for a drink and a chat.
He said “Hi”, gave her fanny a pat.
“How’s your love life?” he said.
She smiled, winked. “A bit dead.
Want a root?” “Yeah, why not?” That was that.
Suffering for art
Overall, the effect was quite pleasing;
Goose bumps, puckered nipples, hands squeezing.
She begged “My tits hurt!
Can I put on my shirt?
Take your photo! This water’s damn freezing!”
Nymphomania
Nymphomania, pleasant affliction!
Unlike the poor girls in bad fiction,
She calls it good luck!
What’s more fun than to fuck?
Fair enough. It defies contradiction.