Quite amused, although slightly offended,
(She knew that he only pretended)
She’d fuck like a whore,
Then he’d stop at the door,
And leave money “for services rendered!”
Tag: fuck
Unholy virgin
To die virgin! Was that then her doom,
All unloved and untouched, barren womb?
Well, if so, then life sucked!
No, she’d get herself fucked,
Not concerned, well, not very, by whom!
Opportunity cost
Although quickies weren’t much to his taste,
What a difficult choice he now faced;
A fuck, brief and intense,
Seemed like just common sense.
To not root her would be such a waste!
Unconditional
Pheromones: scents of which just a whiff
Makes a pussy wet, penises stiff,
And a fuck’s in the air,
Just a question of where.
Here? Now? Yours or mine? But not if!
Little black dress
In her bum-hugging little black dress,
Just containing her tits, more or less,
If a chap tries his luck,
Whispers “Fancy a fuck?”
You could say she’s already said yes!
What price, virtue?
In her dungeon, cold, dismal and dank,
Naked, chained, and quite certain she stank,
Would her Dad pay the ransom?
Would some dashing, handsome
Knight save her (to fuck, to be frank)?
Milord’s pleasure
Though of course she was only a peasant,
The fuck was exceedingly pleasant;
A young village slut
Quite beneath a man, but
She’d do well enough, just for the present!
Oral instruction
“Can you not find my damn clit or what?
Lick it! Tickle it! Rub! Spit! The lot!
We’ll get round to your fuck,
Just get down there and suck!
Yes! Oh God! Yes! That’s just hit the spot!”
Hard luck story
Her professions of love were all sham,
Cries of being hard up just a scam.
He suggested a fuck
Might perhaps change her luck
But, quite frankly, he gave not a damn!
Period. Full stop.
Bloody periods, monthlies, the curse!
Bloody tampons fall out of your purse.
Not much chance of a fuck,
A girl’s shit out of luck,
Nor of being gone down on, what’s worse!