Poor girl, shipwrecked… survived, but now stranded,
Alone on this beach where she’s landed.
There’s water, there’s food…
What about getting screwed?
Would a stick get her off like a man did?
Tag: getting off
Animal, vegetable mineral
Getting-off-wise, she’s not too selective…
Just make herself come’s the objective…
A man if ones handy,
Or else, when she’s randy,
A bottle or carrot’s effective!
Cheeky
Bosom thrust out, pert, chewing her gum,
Skirt just short of the cheeks of her bum,
And no knickers, the bitch!
Just the way that they twitch
Quite sufficient to get off, for some!
Making a spectacle of oneself
As a rule, self-possessed and reserved,
She now found herself rather unnerved;
Getting off on her hand,
One could not understand
Why the bastard just sat there and perved!
Something to get her teeth into
Sex and drugs, she thought; God, what a bore!
She just didn’t get off any more.
Bondage? Fun for a while.
Other girls? Not her style.
Maybe vampires. Blood-sucking! Gore!
Still life
She got off, as a rule, on her own,
With her dildo, a bottle, a bone,
Or her finger, a shoe,
A zucchini would do,
A brush handle, a door-knob, her phone.