She earned rather a scathing rebuke
From her stern, distant father, the Duke,
When she’d only been bored…
Just a stray fuck… good Lord!
And His Grace had walked in, by some fluke!
Tag: aristocracy
Lordly
“Bring her in,” said M’lord to his steward…
Poor virgin, to this end procured…
Deflowered in haste,
Then discarded, disgraced,
Fallen woman, her ruin ensured!
Taking charge of the situation
“My good man, must you be so obtuse?
Can’t you see my cunt’s dripping with juice?”
She exclaimed. “That’s the trick!
Stick that lovely big prick
Where the damn thing will be of most use!”
The immorality of dancing
His cock hard in his shiny silk hose,
The Duke said “I don’t care that it shows,”
There, in mid-minuet!
“Though it’s not in you yet,
It shall be, before night’s end, God knows!”
The eccentricities of the rich
The princess, known to be somewhat wacky,
Was caught being screwed by some lackey!
Though hushed up, of course,
And despite her remorse,
It did seem, nonetheless, rather tacky.
Every dog has its day
The young Duchess, though naked still regal,
Indecently fondled her beagle.
Her Grace didn’t mind
His responding in kind,
Though improper, perverse and illegal!
Upstairs, downstairs
In her little room, up in the attic,
The maid’s heart thumped, wild and erratic!
She stifled her cries;
The Duke spread her white thighs,
Calm, imperious, aristocratic.