She was pissed off! As Mum would say, vexed.
So they’d kissed, had a grope. Well, what’s next?
Oral sex, she supposed.
“Wanna fuck?” he proposed.
So she stripped, struck a pose, sent a sext.
Tag: fuck
Listen to your elders
As she aged, Gran, once harsh, seemed to soften:
“My girl,” she once said, “have sex often!
Go out, get a man;
Root as much as you can,
‘Cause you won’t get fucked much in the coffin!”
Short comings
His shortcomings she tried to accept,
Most, at least, even snoring, except
He (what wretched damn luck!)
Didn’t much like to fuck,
And, when made to, was bloody inept!
Heart of gold
Just to show that all hookers aren’t greedy,
Although he was strung-out and seedy,
Plain down on his luck,
Shit, she threw him a fuck;
He was so damn pathetic and needy!
The urgency of desire
He got hard when they kissed and embraced,
Hands in clothes, hot flesh pressed in mad haste,
At her parents’ front door!
She was begging for more;
Not to fuck her would be such a waste!
Lowest common denominator
Fish, birds, reptiles have things called cloacas,
To shit, piss and fuck! Any takers?
One all-purpose hole!
Do they think? Have a soul?
Do you think they give thanks to their makers?
At arm’s length
Shocked and awed, still she tried to stay calm.
It lay, heftily, there on her palm.
What to do with it now?
Suck it? Fuck it somehow,
Though as long and as thick as her arm?
The daily grind
She puts up with his grunting and sweating,
Not helping so much as just letting;
She’s bored, and it shows,
Since she already knows
The whole fuck will be well worth forgetting.
Faith hope and chastity
Damn! She’d broken her chaste vow again!
Even nuns need a fuck, now and then…
Though she did try her best…
(His hand cupped her right breast)
It came down to who, where, how and when!
The Muse
“Homer, darling,” said Clio, the Muse,
“That was lovely, but still, you must choose!
I don’t clean! I don’t cook!
Just get on with your book!
You can write and fuck too! What’s to lose?”