Virgin? She? Could he be more exact?
Did he mean the straight sexual act?
She’d screwed anally, orally;
Could she still, morally,
Claim still to be, for a fact?
Splitting hairs
Though my client, Your Honour, admits
She wore dresses with rather high slits,
And tight shirts, and no bra,
Still her boss went too far,
When he called out “Garn! Show us your tits!”
Oral instruction
“Can you not find my damn clit or what?
Lick it! Tickle it! Rub! Spit! The lot!
We’ll get round to your fuck,
Just get down there and suck!
Yes! Oh God! Yes! That’s just hit the spot!”
Rainy day woman
Men she fucks, in some way, she makes pay;
While the sun shines, she figures, make hay,
Presents, cash, some extortion,
Just as a precaution,
To bank for the old rainy day.
Plucky chick
Steely-eyed, she said “Just watch it, buster!
Your fucking’s been pretty lacklustre.
Heads up, you dumb jock,
As they say, today’s cock
Is tomorrow’s worn-out feather duster!”
Getting off, getting on
To delay the onset of dementia,
Some playful erotic adventure
Works well, so it’s said;
Anal sex, giving head,
Useful tip: Ladies, take out your denture!
Overcome
She would, later on, frequently wonder where
Things went wrong. Touching him, under there!
Something came over her…
There in the clover… her
Tits… face… hands… belly and underwear!
The existentiality of intercourse
She thought sex, just like food, quite essential.
Her lovers were mostly sequential…
Though some were extraneous…
Contemporaneous…
(All of this quite confidential.)
Anthropology 102
Sex is simply arranged by the Maoris,
All done by the payment of dowries;
A fellow might pay
For a virgin, let’s say,
A few pigs and a basket of cowries.
Pre-feminism
With a pussy as snug as a thimble,
Athletic, inventive and nimble,
She loved a good root,
But her great disrepute
Made her less than a feminist symbol!