All the arguing, tears and stress;
So much easier just to say yes!
Hesitate, just for form,
To conform to the norm,
And then grab his damn cock and undress!
Tag: cock
The truth about Helen of Troy
“Oh my God, Paris darling!” sighed Helen.
“Your cock! You must cum by the gallon!
I want it, of course!
My own big Trojan horse!
I don’t care if I split like a melon!”
Victim impact statement
Quite disgraceful, the way that he acted!
One understands how she reacted.
To whip out his ♠♥♠♦ !
Well, imagine her shock!
And to squeeze her ♠♣♠♣ ! (Rude words redacted.)
Industrial strength
She had pretty much nought but a smile on,
A wisp of silk (maybe just nylon).
He walked through the door,
Dropped his jeans on the floor,
Balls like apples, a cock like a pylon!
Morbid curiosity
He was just so damn huge! A gorilla!
Like out of some shlock-horror thriller!
Heart racing, in shock…
My God! Look at his cock!
But suppose he’s some serial killer?
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!”
Opportunity knocks
Young and pretty, not terribly bright;
Still a virgin! He’d soon put that right.
Never seen a hard cock.
He imagined her shock,
Pussy stretched round it, lovely and tight!
Backhanded compliment
Did the damn woman mean to be humorous?
“God!” she said. “Though I’ve seen numerous
Cocks in my day,
That huge thing, I must say,
Takes the cake! Is it possibly tumorous?”
Soft selling
Soft in all the right places, sweet-smelling;
She winked, and he felt his cock swelling!
No harm, then, in trying,
Let on he was buying,
Depending on if she was selling!
Love-sick
Love-sick fool! She began to undress…
A bit mean to have not, or done less.
So she’d fuck like a whore,
Till his cock was red-raw!
Yes, she thought, well until or unless.