Just a small, unforeseen moral lapse,
Or a fantasy longed for, perhaps…
She’s there, naked, spread wide…
You can see up inside…
Saying “Ready when you are, you chaps.”
Tag: limerick
The remains
Fallen out of love, all that remains
Sorrow, anger, regrets; the heart’s pains,
And a half-empty bed,
Pillow shaped by her head,
Rumpled sheets, stale perfume, cum stains.
Distraction
Her eyes glued to the screen, watching porn,
She says “Dude, you’re like, kinda withdrawn…”
And he’s “Huh? Right. Okay…”
Sticks it in all the way…
“Yeah, that’s good,” she says, stifling a yawn.
Tit for tat
His odd sexual habits were strange,
But within an acceptable range.
He did stuff for her too,
Other men wouldn’t do,
So she thought “Yep, okay, fair exchange.”
If
As she stared at his cock, where she knelt,
She thought “What if he knew how it felt?
Kneeling there, mouth agape…
Pretty much oral rape…
If he knew how he tasted and smelt!
Owned
Oh my god, she exhaustedly moaned
I ain’t just been bent over and boned…
Been fucked ev’ry which way…
Like I said yes… okay…
But I ain’t just been fucked, I been owned!
A lost cause
She likes music her mother calls noise,
Sex and drugs, booze and very bad boys…
Bad girls too… nasty men…
Being tied up and then
Being whipped, being buggered with toys.
Wishing and hoping
Not the sex itself, more the aesthetic…
Just fucking seemed sort of pathetic…
She wanted romance…
Candles, wine… they should dance…
He should say stuff like… kinda poetic!
Silly filly
She was up for a root… all too readily…
Pussy or anal or headily.
Cock like a horse,
To her later remorse
He crammed all of it into her, steadily.
Decision time
“I’m not handsome, I’m sallow and pasty,
But don’t say no, girl… don’t be hasty…”
He said… “I’m big, young,
And I’m bloody well hung…
And I reckon your cunt will be tasty!”