Contemplating her lovely vagina,
She thanked God, her pussy’s designer…
Like, perfect to fuck…
What incredible luck!
And most times any damage just minor.
Tag: god
Judgement
She’d have prayed to God, were she religious…
The man’s cock was fucking prodigious…
And she small and thin,
But he’d jammed it all in…
Would’ve sued him too, were she litigious!
Glib
Said a spoilt young boy to his nanny,
“Pray tell me why girls have a fanny.”
His nanny, bemused,
Said “The Lord got confused:
Aren’t the ways of God simply uncanny!”
Made for it
It’s a marvel, how girls are designed,
Nicely padded, in front and behind,
With appropriate slots
In the handiest spots:
You’d have thought God had fucking in mind!
Conversion
Oh my God! she thought, rather amazed,
Post-orgasmic, still shuddering, dazed.
Having waited so long,
Though she knew she’d done wrong,
For the great gift of sex, God be praised!
Giving thanks
“When we met, it was kinda, like, fateful…
Like, fuck! Fuckin luck by the plateful!
Like, if there’s a God,”
She said. “Me and my bod,
We’re, like, fuckin internally grateful!”
Oddity
At the moment the bloke shot his wad,
She herself felt decidedly odd…
The blood rushed to her head,
As she thrashed on the bed,
Screaming “Sweet fucking Jesus! Oh God!”
Chastisement
Naked, laid on his knee to be spanked,
Wife and chattel, his word sacrosanct,
If the fool had but known!
(As she came, with a moan…
Guilty pleasure, for which God be thanked!)
Teleology
What on earth possessed God to construct
Such an orifice, cleverly tucked
Up between a girl’s thighs,
(Think of Adam’s surprise!)
If not, plainly, of course, to be fucked!
The impotence of prayer
Women pray to their various gods,
Pious whispers and gestures and nods.
If their gods only knew
The lewd things they then do,
They’d be damned, but then, what are the odds?