It was all, of course, just idle chatter,
She told herself. What could it matter?
To call her that, but…
A dumb bitch, and a slut,
With the emphasis placed on the latter!
Tag: bitch
Taming of the shrew
Eyes rolled up in the back of her head,
She came hard, jumped all over the bed!
The damn gurgling and twitching
At least stopped her bitching…
He’d thought she might maybe be dead.
Mouth-watering
He was not one to fuss, as a rule, over,
Make of himself a damn fool over
Some little slut.
That was very well, but
God! The bitch had a body to drool over!
Mixed emotions
She was gorgeous, but God! What a bitch!
Should he marry or murder her? Which?
As he thought this, he smiled;
She was moody and wild,
But just look at that lovely arse twitch!
Breeding
Those who’ve screwed her, or been given head agree,
All those who’ve been in her bed agree,
Though she’s a bitch,
Though she wear not a stitch,
She’s still, plainly, a bitch of good pedigree.
Preamble
“Though I bear you the utmost affection,”
He said, “if you have no objection,
I’ll now call you bitch,
And do bad things, for which
I confess an extreme predilection!”
Roxy musing
Mused Roxanne to herself, “What’s to lose?
The encounter is bound to amuse,
He’s a hunk of fresh meat,
I’m a bitch and on heat,
It’s an offer too good to refuse!”