Everything to her husband’s a crisis,
A lost phone, the stock-market prices.
Annoying, no doubt,
But to help him chill out,
A quick fuck or a blow job suffices.
Tag: fuck
Social intercourse
The poor man, mooning round like a calf!
Quite besotted, it seemed! One must laugh!
Yes… it was a mistake…
But one fuck? For God’s sake…
Though in front of the whole household staff!
Courting customs
In most parts of the world, folks fuck starkers,
Though inuits keep on their parkas,
Those maori tattoos
Point out which woman’s whose,
And for foreplay, they dance naked hakas.
Wild West 1
All those Hollywood cowboys are phoney;
The real ones, lean, mean and bony
Had bad breath and stank,
They fucked whores, swore and drank,
And did intimate things with their pony.
Wild West 7
She was pretty, nice titties, but bossy;
She bucked on his cock, “Gee up hossie!”
She yelled, “Fuck me hard!
I’ll be feathered and tarred,
If I stop till I’ve fucked the whole posse!”
The cocktail party
From flirtation to fuck, things went normally,
Later that night, though, more stormily.
Maybe the booze.
His fault? Hers? Who knows whose,
When, as yet, they still hadn’t met formally?
Perspective
A few minutes, that’s all it had taken.
Virginity gone, vows forsaken.
She asked “Was it good?”
As she thought that one should.
He said “Fuck yeah! Next best thing to bacon!”
The zeal of the convert
“Well, alright,” she said, “play with my tits,
But no touching the other rude bits!”
His hand strayed, as it would;
She moaned “Fuck being good!
Stick your cock in! Wherever it fits!”
Pressing her buttons
Candles, flutes; she relaxed, closed her eyes.
His strong hands rubbed her breasts and her thighs,
So damn sensually
That eventually
She begged “Fuck me!” midst soft moans and sighs.
In a Scottish glen
Her smock slashed by the dirk of the laird,
Naked, flushed, she defiantly stared;
For the pride of her clan,
She would best any man,
In a fight or a fuck, if he dared!