Something’s wrong with her cunt. Is she moulting?
A few straggly hairs… it’s revolting!
The rest of her’s good;
He could fuck her. He should,
But, in fact, he just feels like bolting!
Tag: fuck
Moral dilemma
She began to get flustered and stressed,
Once he’d kissed her, and fondled her breast.
Should she give him a suck?
Would he still want to fuck?
Should she go home, or just get undressed?
No frills
Their relationship was unconventional,
Some would say too one-dimensional;
He and she knew
They met only to screw,
Fuck each other, no strings, quite intentional.
A moral dilemma
The pearl necklace, a nice little trinket;
He may want to fuck her! Don’t think it!
A man of that kind?
If he does, does she mind?
And this gin that he’s poured, should she drink it?
Fourplay
Naked, down on the floor, on all fours,
She said “Don’t think that girls are all whores,
But, look, just for tonight,
You can have me, alright?
Fuck me! Do what you like! I’m all yours!”
Respectability
To maintain, or seem to, self-respect,
She did hesitate, vaguely object,
But stripped off like a shot,
Gave him head, the whole lot,
So quite fancied a fuck, I suspect!
Plied and pliable
Plied with sherry, she started to totter.
She felt inexplicably hotter,
Began to undress.
She may well have said yes,
Perhaps not, if he’d asked her, the rotter!
Heat
In the tropics, girls’ pussies are humid,
Men’s cocks dangle heavy and tumid;
Folks fuck day and night,
(Perhaps not, if they’re white),
At least so it’s reliably rumoured!
Father knows best
“Well, my son, she’s a beautiful bride,”
Said his dad, “but still, cast your net wide.
She’s a good fuck, I know;
Keep your eyes open, though,
For the chance of a bit on the side!”
Bottom line
A nice dinner, a pretty good wine;
When he asked for a fuck, she said “Fine,
Just the usual way?
For a bondage scene, say,
I’d expect an enhanced bottom line.”