“Eek!” she cried, the poor girl, disconcerted.
Apart from it seeming perverted,
(She pushed that aside),
She just couldn’t decide,
Should she swallow or not, now he’d squirted?
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Putting her money where her mouth is
Did he need to be bloody invited?
Blow job? She’d have been damn delighted!
But no. Stand in line.
Just a fuck would be fine,
If her love must remain unrequited.
Variations on a theme
Yep, I’m up for it lads, she said wenchily.
Comes down to how, then, essentially.
Blow jobs all round?
Breaks the ice, like, I’ve found.
Pussy? Arse? Both at once, or sequentially?
Personal assistant
On her knees, at the bank where she works,
Her tits out, her head bobs, her hand jerks
On the manager’s lap…
Not a bad sort of chap…
It’s just one of his job’s little perks.
Points decision
At the pub, in the smoke and the fug,
This bloke’s too short, a face like a pug.
Would she fuck him? she thought.
Did she think that she ought?
Just a blow-job, maybe, or a tug.
Domestic bliss
Everything to her husband’s a crisis,
A lost phone, the stock-market prices.
Annoying, no doubt,
But to help him chill out,
A quick fuck or a blow job suffices.
The sexual imperative
“Bloody men all want one thing”, she said,
“They all just want to get me in bed.
Why in heaven”, she sighed,
Can’t they be satisfied
With a blow job or hand job instead?”
The mouths of babes
To be called a slut got on her nerves!
Just because of her cheek and nice curves.
Being sexy’s a blessing,
She thought. Keep him guessing…
One blow job. That’s all he deserves!
Vagina dentata
In old myths the vagina dentata
Made men-folk persona non grata.
Men braving the curse
Lost their pricks! Sometimes worse!
A quick blow-job might just have been smarter!
Quid pro quo
He’d bought dinner, she’d told a rude joke,
A good sign. Should he ask for a poke?
Fish and chips ain’t no feast,
But a blow job at least?
Fuck it! No! Life’s too short! Go for broke!