Buxom, innocent, hair in a braid,
Too familiar, but dumb, unafraid,
Free with kisses and such,
And not shy of men’s touch,
You’d have thought she was out to get laid!
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The apprentice
Her first john… the first time she’s been paid…
Cash exchanged, so she’s gonna get laid!
Should she strip? Suck his cock?
Get it done, then take stock…
All the ins and the outs of the trade!
Maidenhood
Though by nature shy, modest and staid,
Lest she grow up to be an old maid,
Hook or crook, wrong or right,
She decided one night,
Better go out and get herself laid!
Scratching an itch
Though a good, faithful wife, I’m afraid
That sometimes she got bored, and she strayed,
Told her husband some lie,
Went out, picked up some guy,
Had a couple of drinks, and got laid.
Not dying not knowing
He should ask for a fuck, it made sense,
Though she might well, of course, take offence,
But he might just get laid,
For what difference that made
In the overall tide of events.
Coming of age
Birthday lunch at the Ritz, very pleasant!
“More champagne, my girl? How’s your pheasant?”
Her rich uncle paid.
“Sixteen… Time you got laid…
And no time, dear girl, like the present!”
Good form
As a fresher, of course, to conform
To the rather promiscuous norm,
She got laid when she could,
And gave head, as you would,
Just like all of the girls in her dorm.
Interdict
Though their parents were Godly and strict,
Their teen daughters, as one would predict,
Soon found ways, I’m afraid,
To, if not quite get laid,
Get their pussies extensively licked!
Cherry picking
Her first time. Nothing big, in the end.
No one special, some guy, just a friend;
“It’s not love, I’m afraid.
I just want to get laid,”
She said. “Kiss and stuff, though… like… Pretend!”
The prodigal daughter
She’d backslid, been corrupted and strayed;
She’d gone out and got drunk and got laid,
And it felt so damn good,
That whenever she could,
She backslid more and more, I’m afraid!