Bored and horny, she lounged about idly,
Blouse gaping, her thighs parted widely;
He looked up, a glance.
“Better put on some pants,
Or your cunt might catch cold,” he said snidely.
Tag: cunt
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!”
More than she can chew
“Are you certain all this is quite safe?”
She attempted to say, the poor waif,
Indistinct, through her gag.
“Can’t we just have a shag?
That damn pussy rope’s starting to chafe!”
The floral emblem
Baby-smooth, cunt shaved clean as a whistle!
It grew back, though, stiff, prickly bristle.
She thought “Fuck the razor!
Next time I’ll get laser,
Look more like a rose than a thistle!”
The low moral ground
“God! You smell like low tide in a marsh!”
She exclaimed, which he thought a bit harsh.
“Wash or shave, you choose which;
You’ve been fucking some bitch,
And her cunt’s still all through your moustache!”
Juice
Her dress clinging, sweat-soaked in the heat,
As she sways and gyrates to the beat,
Sultry queen of the tango,
Cunt sweet as a mango,
To fuck, or just smell, or to eat!
Brobdingnagian
She just lay there, all sulky and glum.
Fucking hell! Fe, fi, fo, fucking fum!
Fucking gigantic cock!
Pussy like a torn sock,
Not to mention a sore fucking bum!
A sense of occasion
“What a nice juicy cunt,” he said, spitting,
And spreading her lips. “It seems fitting
To throw it a fuck
And, with moderate luck,
Your cute arsehole as well, time permitting.”
The knock-back
She’d be up for a root, he appraised,
But thought later on, wounded and dazed,
He’d been rather too blunt…
That the mention of cunt,
Might perhaps have not been so well phrased.
Sexual hygiene
Fungi, viruses, prions, bacteria,
Cunts are a germ cafeteria!
Look, but don’t touch!
Just jerk off or some such,
While you stare at its tempting exterior.