Whim

There’s this guy who works out at her gym,
Whom she flirted with, just on a whim…
Which he took the wrong way,
So then… what could she say?
If she did want a fuck, she’d fuck him!

Maybe love

Though it might or might not have been love…
If it wasn’t, well, heavens above!
She was thrilled with her luck,
Having someone to fuck.
That’s what matters, when push comes to shove!

Led on

She regarded the prospect with dread…
Let him kiss her… now look where it’s led!
Now he wants a damn fuck!
Gosh! What rotten damn luck!
Could she maybe just suck him instead?