Once a feminist, long since recanted,
“Right there, big boy! Harder!” she panted…
A self-confessed slut,
She did love to fuck, but
Not, of course, being taken for granted.
Tag: feminism
Hardball
So the prick thinks that he’s the damn boss…
Well, he’ll soon see she don’t give a toss…
Or a suck, or a fuck…
Kiss her ass, the damn schmuck!
Hardball, blue balls… it’s his fuckin loss!
Mechanisation
As for men, with their lies and their flattery,
Comings and goings so splattery,
Thumping their chests,
Sordid, kinky requests;
Her new sex partner comes with a battery!
Post-feminism
A post-feminist girl, analytical,
Saw sex as mostly political;
So lower class,
Being fucked in the arse!
Yet to not do so seemed hypocritical!
The list
She wrote all of her wants on a list,
Things she liked, things on which she’d insist,
When and how, and with what,
Which he promptly forgot;
She got off , nonetheless, on the gist.
Report card
On a white card she wrote: “Could do better.
Instructions obeyed to the letter.
Work neat and correct.
Penis nicely erect.
Could have waited until I’d got wetter.”
Left dangling
Warning: Feminists may take offence.
There she hung, arms and legs and ropes tense,
Being toyed with at will,
(And with consummate skill),
In both senses, in helpless suspense!