She likes music her mother calls noise,
Sex and drugs, booze and very bad boys…
Bad girls too… nasty men…
Being tied up and then
Being whipped, being buggered with toys.
Tag: corrupted
The prodigal daughter
She’d backslid, been corrupted and strayed;
She’d gone out and got drunk and got laid,
And it felt so damn good,
That whenever she could,
She backslid more and more, I’m afraid!
Yielding not to temptation
Like virtue’s last stalwart defender,
A credit to God and her gender,
She kept him at bay,
Although more than half-way
To corrupted… inclined to surrender!
Falling woman
He’d corrupted her, led her astray,
Morals, clothing, both in disarray,
Though not rooted yet, quite,
It would be a long night,
And where’er there’s a will, there’s a way!
On a mission
Though a priest of the Roman religion,
Of morals he had not a smidgen!
A swine before pearls,
He corrupted young girls
In Swahili and Hindu and Pidgin.
Coitus interruptus
When her scandalised mum interrupted,
His penis, inside her, erupted.
The poor mother fainted;
The daughter, now tainted,
Went on being gladly corrupted.”