She’d been rooted for hours, god dammit!
They’d run the whole sexual gamut;
Mouth, cunt, arse, and more!
She was tired and sore.
Was there anywhere else he could cram it?
Virtue impugned
Had he thought of the wrath he’d incur,
He’d have been careful not to infer
That he’d rooted her once,
When, despite all the cunts
He’d been in in , he had not been in her!
Rootin' tootin'
Jed and Otis, twin brothers, inbred,
Lacking women, screwed livestock instead,
Or their sisters or mother,
And sometimes each other,
Most times in the barn or the shed.
User-friendly
She’s promiscuous, wild and a boozer,
Some call her a slut and a loser.
She says “Fuck ’em all!
Life’s too short; have a ball!
Fuck your friends! Be a friend to your user!”
Bravado
She cried “Lord! Stick your finger in first!
From the size of that thing, I might burst!
No, I’m not saying no.
I might give it a go …
Oh my God! What the fuck! Do your worst!
Kissin' cousins
Was it sinful? Illegal? Ill-fated?
Once found out, what fuss it created!
Young people in love;
They fuck. Heavens above!
Do you think that they care they’re related?
The rending of the curtain
“Does that hurt?” he enquired, politely,
“No, no, it feels good!” she said brightly.
Then, on the next stroke,
Something inside her broke!
“God! That’s torn it!” he muttered, contritely.
The luck of the cards
“That’s no way for a girl to be treated!”
She cried. “I’m quite certain you cheated!”
“Nah! Just your bad luck!
I win! Now, where’s my fuck?”
“Rules are rules”, she sighed sadly, defeated.
Revelation
“Do you like what you see?” she said sweetly,
Exposing her bosom discreetly.
She widened her eyes,
And then parted her thighs,
To exhibit herself more completely.
Courtship
Courtly manners, the romantic arts,
Men invented to win women’s hearts,
And their minds, and their hands,
Although each understands
The main goal is their warm moister parts.