Though in fact she was rather inclined,
And if fucked, she’d not very much mind…
As it seemed she must be…
Well, let’s just wait and see…
To which fate she was bloody resigned!
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Non lei faccia una bella figura
“Calm down guys… look, you’ll get a root each,
But not here… like, on the damn beach!
My bad, right? Bad luck me!
When I hollered “Fuck me”,
It was only a figure of speech!”
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!”
Oy vey!
“Oi vey! Praise God!” she said, very solemn.
“It’s like he’s my personal golem!
He’s just a dumb ox, yup,
But knows how to schtup!
And a cock like a mighty stone column!”
Wokeness
He just said stuff like that to provoke…
Like, to call her a slut, for a joke…
And like… what if she were?
It was okay with her…
And, in fact, he was pretty… like… woke!
The arranged marriage
Though her parents meant well, still she hated
Not having had boyfriends, not dated…
No flirting, no kissing,
The things she was missing…
A fucking brood mare, to be mated!
Ain’t
He said “Come on girl, don’t make a fuss!
Ain’t no need, now, to holler and cuss.
Ain’t nobody to hear!
Ain’t nothin to fear…
Ain’t nobody here but us!”
Having his druthers
“Let me say, before things go much farther,”
She said, as she undid her bra, “The
Thing is… Bless my soul!
Well… quite frankly… which hole?
I don’t mind much though… Which would you rather?”
Third degree
Bondage sex? Well… how bad could it be?
Just a matter, she thought, of degree…
How much pain can she bear?
No say what he puts where…
What the fuck, baby… suck it and see!
Barbarians!
The barbarians came in a horde…
Having put all the men to the sword,
They kicked back, drank some wine,
Naked women in line,
While they rutted and rooted and roared!