Nymphomania, pleasant affliction!
Unlike the poor girls in bad fiction,
She calls it good luck!
What’s more fun than to fuck?
Fair enough. It defies contradiction.
Tag: fuck
Coulrophobia
The big top, late at night. Bip the Clown,
Orange hair, big red nose, painted frown,
In a comical rage,
In the big lion cage,
Fucks a drunk, giggling girl from the town.
The fine print
Call me cynical, dull doubting Thomas,
But never believe a girl’s promise
Of faithfulness, love;
Sex and stealth, hand in glove!
While they fuck us they keep themselves from us!
The apprentice
Arms and legs round him gripped like a boa!
She stopped him mid-fuck, shouting “Whoa!
Go back to the start;
When we get to this part,
Next time harder! And deeper! And slower!”
Prostituting her art
Posing naked for artists might fetch
A few bucks, cold and bored, while they sketch.
But she thought, What the hell?
Why not fuck them as well,
For a little bit extra? Poor wretch!
The summing up
In terms, frankly, that couldn’t be blunter,
She said “You’re a john, just a punter,
So, thanks for the fuck,
Now goodbye and good luck.
Your dick’s small, you’re a wheezer and grunter!”
Beyond the call of duty
Though the chap was superbly endowed,
She was plucky, the lass, quite uncowed.
Yes, she’d fuck him, she swore,
Front and back, and what’s more,
All ten inches, she recklessly vowed!
First impressions
She caught sight of the size of his stalk;
Her eyes bulged, and she let out a squawk!
Later, telling her sister,
“I said”, she said, “Mister,
To fuck that I’d give my right nork!
The root of all evil
He could pay for sex, being quite wealthy,
But chose to be furtive and stealthy;
Not gifts and seduction,
But drugs, threats, abduction,
To fuck girls strange ways, and unhealthy.
Picking and choosing
With both hands she took hold of his shaft.
“Like a pick handle, boyo!” she laughed.
“Such a knob! Fuck me puce!
To not put it to use
A damn woman would have to be daft!”