The whole double-date thing was a flop;
When they’d fucked, and had ground to a stop,
She rolled over in bed,
To her girlfriend, and said
“This one’s boring. How’s yours? Wanna swap?”
Tag: fucked
The wilful suspension of disbelief
Tied with intricate knots and suspended,
Fucked sideways, face-up and up-ended.
“That’s quite enough, Bert.”
She said… Yes, it did hurt…
But not half as much as she pretended.
Making headway
When the guy after whom she’d so lusted
Found out, she thought “Shit! Like, so busted!”
He wanted some head…
She’d have fucked him instead,
She complained… but remained keen as mustard.
Puttana
Just a slut for the local ndrangheta,
But cause for a bloody vendetta!
She fucked the wrong guy,
Called it rape, (a big lie).
Death and violence just made her wetter!
Victim of circumstances
She’d got into this fix inexplicably.
Yes, he’d behaved quite despicably;
Nevertheless,
What a godawful mess,
Being fucked, it would seem, inextricably!
The existential nature of sex
Now the time came he always most hated;
He’d fucked her, his penis deflated.
He’d get hard again,
Fuck some more, but till then,
What to do with her now, while he waited?
Serial monogamy
Not a tart, but a slut still, essentially,
(Liked a good fuck, confidentially!)
Lovers to burn,
But loved each one in turn;
Rooting one then another, sequentially.
Moral danger
An unruly girl, bolshy to govern,
She ran wild, drank, fucked, joined a coven;
Drugs, orgies, all that!
Well, she soon had a brat
On each tit, and a bun in the oven!
Smoke and mirrors
Fairies, ghosts, just for ignorant folk!
This must be some elaborate joke…
She seemed real enough
When they fucked, but then … puff!
Vanished! Just as he came! In what? Smoke?
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!