With each fibre, each tiny corpuscle,
Each breath; with heart, mind, gut and muscle,
She flailed and screamed;
Each fuck not, so it seemed,
Just a fuck, but a life or death tussle!
Tag: fuck
Star-crossed lovers
As the dagger plunged into her breast,
That by Romeo sweetly caressed,
Who lay dead by the side
Of his five-days-old bride,
“What a fuck-up!” she thought, unimpressed.
Carmina Burana
An obscure old order monastic,
Decidedly iconoclastic,
Were fuckers and drunks,
(Not your average monks),
And their rites, by and large, orgiastic.
Opportunity knocks
She said no, but then paused to reflect…
His proposal, though crude, showed respect…
Well … he hadn’t said ‘fuck’…
One might see it as luck…
As an offer one ought not reject!
In heat
Pussy not only moist, but damn soggy,
Deliciously, squishiously boggy,
She said “As you see,
I’m turned on as can be.
Fuck me frontwards and backwards and doggy!
Interior monologue
God, she thought, I must have a damn jinx!
A guy gives me the eye, and he winks.
And I think, yeah, that’s good.
I could fuck him! I should!
But we never get further than drinks!
Raison d’être
Young French mothers, their children in crêches,
Bathe, shave, powder, perfume their fleshes,
And have liaisons
In hôtels or maisons,
Which wild appetite each fuck refreshes!
The Incredible Hulk
Is he following her, lurking, skulking?
The big ugly brute, bloody hulking!
He asked for a fuck,
And she laughed…Just her luck,
To get raped, if he’s angry or sulking!
Understandably so
She’d gone suddenly silent and pensive.
The word “fuck” she’d found quite offensive,
And “cunt” too, and “cock”,
And his size was a shock.
She was plainly a bit apprehensive.
Elasticity of demand
The fuck, frankly, was not that fantastic;
Her big tits turned out to be plastic,
But boy! What a fit!
And he had to admit
She was certainly enthusiastic!