Making love on a lawn… the sun’s heat…
In a doorway, a laneway, a street…
For a lark, for a dare,
Anytime, anywhere…
Her delight, when she cums, twice as sweet!
Smorgasboard
Young, buck naked, hot, wet, her legs spread,
And a wicked thought entered his head…
Her sweet cunt would be good…
But he could… yes, he would
Only pound her tight asshole instead!
Pretzel
Slender, lithe and petite, acrobatic…
A fuck with her always dramatic…
Such postures, such grace
For the carnal embrace…
Cumming heart-stopping, flooding, ecstatic!
Gone soft
His inadequate, half-hard erection
Occasioned him utter dejection…
The girls of his youth,
Fucked, unfucked… all, in truth
He could, should have fucked more, on reflection.
Groundhog
She enticed men to use her… just meat…
For the pleasure, the pain… both so sweet…
Raped, abused, beaten… worse…
Just her fate, self-made curse…
Eat, sleep, fuck… days on endless repeat.
Trad-wife
“Wife and mother”, she said… “that’s life’s pinnacle…
“Wow! Lucky me!” she said, cynical…
Loved, in his way
Fucking never for play,
Just her duty, his right, cold and clinical.
Mad, bad and dangerous to know
She’s a slut… it’s her own kind of madness…
Perversions, all manner of badness…
Abused, used in ways
To disgust or amaze…
In her mind, joy and shame mixed with sadness.
Waste not
Little tits, teacup-sized, as if pasted
Somehow on her chest, to be tasted…
A plump, pretty arse,
Pubic curls, as yet sparse…
Lying naked there… not to be wasted!
Something about her
Whether naked in front of him, kneeling,
Or arse up, tits bouncing, and squealing,
Arms pulled back, like reins,
As he fucks out her brains,
Though a slut, just a tart, she’s appealing!
A blind eye
He’s a serial rapist, by rumour,
A paedophile too and a groomer,
But liked, as a rule,
(Not by girls still at school),
For his wealth, his grand parties, his humour.